Quietly She Sleeps
I fear my beating heart may wake thee dear, As quietly you sleep so far from me, This solemn tear; it wishes you were near Enough to kiss this cheek that lets it be, These fonder hearts beget these starts and fits Of pangs that hang our weary, muddled heads, How little can we hide with bobs and bits, When bodies lie alone in separate beds? So here I am, and there you are, my dear, And ‘tween us blows the wind of great despair, Pray to balloon I tie my love from here, Will it, in the morning, reach you there? Sleep well, my sweet, and if you hear this beat, Please let it mark the time 'til next we meet. - Scott Alexander McKenzie