Classic Poem

Oh haste to the Gipsy's cot to-night,
When the stars shine brightly in it;
But bring a bosom calm as the light,
That prevails in that potent minute;
And while the planets o'er us shed
Their beams, I'll treasure each token,
And call up forms from earth long fled,
And number the hearts you've broken.

The colour I'll shew of days gone by,
The map of thy life is before me;
I know when Love awaken'd the sigh,
And when Grief flung her dark veil o'er thee;
I've a charm — but if thy heart fail not,
Reach my hut by the midnight hour;
A spell I'll breathe o'er the lowly cot,
A spell of the deepest power.

None! none! will be present to list what we say,
Deep hid in our hearts shall our own secrets be,
And when thro' the casement slow stealeth the ray,
'Twill but rise on my cottage, its tenant, and thee.