Classic Poem

I'M waiting for my darling,
Here, sitting by the sea,
Whom never any ship that sails
Brings home again to me.

" Oh, sailor! have you seen her?
You'd know her by her eyes, —
So blue they are, so tender,
So full of glad surprise. "

" Yes, I have seen your darling:
A fair wind never fails
To waft the good ship unto
The shore for which she sails

" King Death they call the Captain, —
His crew a spectral band, —
He steers with pennons flying
Toward a far-off land.

" No other ship goes thither,
And back across that main,
The passengers he carries
He never brings again. "