Come o'er the sea, <br />Maiden with me, <br />Mine through sunshine, storm, and snows; <br />Seasons may roll, <br />But the true soul <br />Burns the same, where'er it goes. <br />Let fate frown on, so we love and part not; <br />'Tis life where thou art, 'tis death were thou are not. <br />Then come o'er the sea, <br />Maiden with me, <br />Come wherever the wild wind blows; <br />Seasons may roll, <br />But the true soul <br />Burns the same, where'er it goes. <br /> <br />Was not the sea <br />Made for the Free, <br />Land for courts and chains alone? <br />Here we are slaves, <br />But, on the waves, <br />Love and Liberty's all our own. <br />No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us <br />All earth forgot, and all heaven around us -- <br />Then come o'er the sea, <br />Maiden, with me, <br />Mine through sunshine, storms, and snows <br />Seasons may roll, <br />But the true soul <br />Burns the same, where'er it goes.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-o-er-the-sea/
