Classic Poem

I stand upon the sea-washed strand
And watch the closing day, love,
Where oft we loitered hand in hand
Before you went away, love.

The waters ripple at my feet,
They dart up creek and bay, love,
And dimly dimple cold and sweet,
But you are far away, love.

The home-bound boats, with rounded sails,
Dance o'er the dancing spray, love,
The merry zephyr flouts and fails,
But you are far away, love.

The crescent moon creeps up the east
And wades in vapoury gray, love,
The wild bird's vesper hymn has ceased,
And you are far away, love.

I miss the warm light of your eye,
Your low voice, soft and gay, love,
And therefore I must heave a sigh
That you are far away, love.

And yet I know where'er thou art
Thy thoughts will hither stray, love,
So there is music in my heart,
Though thou art far away, love.