The Deserted Island Poem by Thomas Cogswell Upham

From our lovely retreat, when forever we part,
Where smile answered smile, and where heart beat to heart;
Oh, how often and fondly, though far we may be,
Will we think, thou blest Isle, of each other and thee.

We gazed on the waters. How gently they threw,
To the sands that embrace thee, their circles of blue;
Then passed they to ocean, nor thought to delay;
So embraced we each other, and so haste away.

Though the flowers of thy borders grow faded and sear,
Though the waves that caress thee so soon disappear;
In souls like thy waters unruffled and pure,
The love, that we cherished, shall always endure.

Oh, the noon of our gladness, how soon 'tis o'ercast!
Adieu, ye enchantments, too lovely to last;
We'll go from the haunts where the blue billows roll,
But the Isle and its waters shall live in the soul.