Across the world I speak to thee;
  Where'er thou art (I know not where),
Send thou a messenger to me.

I here remain who would be free,
  To seek thee out through foul or fair,
Across the world I speak to thee.

Whether beneath the tropic tree,
  The cooling night-wind fans thy hair, --
Send thou a messenger to me!

Whether upon the rushing sea,
  A foamy track thy keel doth wear, --
Across the world I speak to thee.

Whether in yonder star thou be,
  A spirit loosed in purple air, --
Send thou a messenger to me!

Hath heaven not left thee memory
  Of what was well in mortal's share?
Across the world I speak to thee;
Send thou a messenger to me!