As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.

This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.

There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.

Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.