Though we love, yet we must part, dear,
And 'tis perhaps best thus to be;
Whilst you keep with you my heart, dear,
Leave your own in charge of me.
Though my absence be forever,
And the seas between us roll,
Yet our love, ending never,
Is beyond the world's control.
And though ne'er again I see thee,
Nor can clasp thee to my breast,
Yet my soul is ever near thee,
And with thee will find its rest.