FAR AWAY.

He stept so lightly to the land,

All in his manly pride:

He kissed her cheek, he clasped her hand;

Yet still she glanced aside.

“Too gay he seems,” she darkly dreams,

“Too gallant and too gay,

To think of me — poor simple me —

When he is far away!”

“I bring my Love this goodly pearl

Across the seas,” he said:

“A gem to deck the dearest girl

That ever sailor wed!”

She holds it tight: her eyes are bright:

Her throbbing heart would say

“He thought of me — he thought of me —

When he was far away!”

The ship has sailed into the West:

Her ocean-bird is flown:

A dull dead pain is in her breast,

And she is weak and lone:

But there's a smile upon her face,

A smile that seems to say

“He'll think of me — he'll think of me —

When he is far away!

“Though waters wide between us glide,

Our lives are warm and near:

No distance parts two faithful hearts —

Two hearts that love so dear:

And I will trust my sailor-lad,

For ever and a day,

To think of me — to think of me —

When he is far away!”