Classic Poem

Thou break'st with Groans the Stillness of the Night,
Thou dost the ruddy Cheek of Health apale;
When thou appear'st, scar'd Pleasure takes its Flight;
And grim Distress, and surly Teen assail:
Aw'd Gaiety retires; a Gloom ensues;
And sable Sorrow sheds her baleful Dews.