The Half-Ring Moon
by John Banister Tabb
Over the sea, over the sea,
My love he is gone to a far countrie;
But he brake a golden ring with me
The pledge of his faith to be.
Over the sea, over the sea,
He comes no more from the far countrie;
But at night, where the new moon loved to be,
Hangs the half of a ring for me.
Source:
PoemsCopyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston