As the sweet pale moon
   Waxes and wanes,
So the swelling sea’s tides do
    Ebb and flow;
United despite distance,
Like me and you.

As the day and night
   Do meet for but a mo.
They feel such delight
    At each other’s sight;
And the hours between go slow;
My darling, please, don’t go.

Yet like a fairy-tale, a valentine,
    A lullaby soft and sweet,
I know I shall see you again -
   That once more we shall meet.