Ode to A Beloved

Yonder in the horizon as the sun sets,

As the birds fly back to their nests;

With sweet thoughts of thee, my heart is beset,

The pangs of separation tear mine breast.

The Moon in its glory glides across the sky,

Taunting stars shimmer across the night;

Oh! tormenting sweetheart, why art thou so far, why can't thee come nigh,

Why can't thee suffuse my weary heart with thy song bright?

Where shall I seek solace for a heart as tormented as mine,

Without thee, I know not what to do,

The night approaches its doom and so doth mine!

I know not if 'tis my fortune to be thine,

If for the other half, my fate I shall rue

But 'tis true, my heart I've surrendered to thee and shall remain thine