Classic Poem

When life is done,
And weeping over,
And the last rays of the sun
My body cover,
When the wind is still
And bird songs no more fill
The silvery air,
Will you be waiting there
On yonder hill,
O my lost lover,
When life is done
And weeping over?

When the stars are gone,
And the moonbeams fail,
When the dying dawn
Flickers pale,
And the wide sea
Has taken me
From time and care,
Will you be waiting there,
Tenderly,
In some still vale,
When the stars are gone
And the moonbeams fail?