Classic Poem

I left my dreamy page & sallied forth
Received the fair inscriptions of the night
The moon was making amber of the world
Glittered with silver every cottage pane
The trees were rich yet ominous with gloom
the meadows broad
From ferns & grasses & from folded flowers
Sent a nocturnal fragrance
the harlot flies
Flashed their small fires in air or held their court
In fairy groves of herds grass