Classic Poem

Lanes were sweet at summer midnight
Flower & moss were cool with dew
There was neither blast nor breeze to chill me
Silent shade of solemn hue
Stole o'er skies intensely blue
I looked & thought the stars were piercing
That gazed on me like eyes of light
So still & fixed they seemed to watch me
Ranked in myriads high & bright
Kindling, burning through the night
If the hazel waved above me
Or the wild-rose stretched its spray
O'er the green & dewy coppice
I have shuddered where I lay
At thoughts which never came by day