From 'The Saya-y-Manto.' br br br While now the Pole Star sinks from sight br The Southern Cross it climbs the sky; br But losing thee, my love, my light, br O bride but for one bridal night, br The loss no rising joys supply. br br Love, love, the Trade Winds urge abaft, br And thee, from thee, they steadfast waft. br br By day the blue and silver sea br And chime of waters blandly fanned-- br Nor these, nor Gama's stars to me br May yield delight since still for thee br I long as Gama longed for land. br br I yearn, I yearn, reverting turn, br My heart it streams in wake astern br When, cut by slanting sleet, we swoop br Where raves the world's inverted year, br If roses all your porch shall loop, br Not less your heart for me will droop br Doubling the world's last outpost drear.