To A Friend At Sea Poem by William Crafts

The breakers are between us, love,
And thou art on the sea,
Would that I were a swift-winged dove,
And I would follow thee.

Th' enamour'd wave, th' enamour'd wind.
Supply my place with thee,
And are as courteous, fond and kind,
As we were wont to be.

The sun, as rising from the main,
He cheers thee with his light,
Comes to relume my path again,
And rescue me from night.

The moon, sweet lady of the sky,
Looks both on thee and me;
And brings us still, tho' distant, nigh,
As moon-beams kiss the sea.

Talk not of parting, we are one,
And I am with thee ever;
Neither of us can be alone,
Tho' seemingly we sever.

For oh! 'tis sweet to think of thee;
Since all this world beside
Is tinsel show, and misery,
And evanescent pride.