Song For The Lost

I much enjoy the starry shore,

And the pines of yore,

But if you wished it love,

I would follow thee near or far.

Forsake I would the hills of youth,

And follow your western pursuit,

To the ends of the earth,

And to the sunset sea. 

If thee would go southward,

Then I too forward,

Hand in hand with thee,

My first and only love. 

If thee settled in the dell and glen,

Settle myself down I would then,

No more would I look westward, 

Only unto you, my only love. 

Awaking one day if you desired,

I would follow you untired,

Without complaint to the highest peak,

Or the darkest valley. 

But now thee goes and I cannot follow,

It is not a matter of pride to swallow,

But of death my love,

The grave does not accept me yet. 

Where now is there to wonder,

Now that I have been torn asunder,

Nothing but blotted sun,

And an empty dwelling. 

Friend I see you weep for your love,

Who winged across the sea like a dove,

Oh do I envy you,

For your love is but sundered by the sea,

But mine is sundered from me,

Out of space and time.