Classic Poem

Upon this leaf's unsullied white,
My worthless name I've dared to write:
When I, perhaps, am distant far,
Mid stormy waves' tumultuous jar,
Borne o'er the wide and pathless sea,
Thou'lt read that name and think of me.
And should it cause thee but to cast
One pleasing glance upon the past,
Or waken memory's pensive sigh
For joys that fled too fleetly by,
And o'er the world of waters send
One wish for me, my lovely friend;
Or, when the wintry storms appear,
Arouse for me one thrill of fear;
Should I one thought of thine engage,
Then not in vain I've soil'd this page.