Classic Poem

Lo! the light of the morning is flowing
Through radiant portals of gold
Which Aurora in crimson robes glowing
For the horses of fire doth unfold

See Apollo's burnished car
Glorifies the east afar
As it draws the horizon nigher
As it climbs the heavens higher
Richer grows the amber light
Fairer, more intensely bright
Till floods of liquid splendor roll
O'er all the earth from pole to pole

Hark! the birds in the green forest bower
Have beheld the suns chariot arise
And the humblest the stateliest flower
Are arrayed in more beautiful dyes

Now while the woodland choir are singing
Opening buds fresh odours flinging
And while natures tuneful voice
Calls on all things to rejoice
I cannot join the common gladness
'tis to me a time of sadness
All these sounds of mirth impart
Nought but sorrow to my heart

But I love eve'nings still quiet hour
The whispering twilight breeze
The damp dew's invisible shower
Conglobing in drops on the trees

Then is heard no sound or tone
But the night-bird singing lone
Peacefully adown the vale
It passes on the balmy gale
Ceases oft the pensive strain
Solemn sinking & again
Philomela sends her song
To wander the night winds along

While silver-robed Luna is beaming
Afar in the heavens on high
And her bright train of planets are gleaming
Like gems in the dome of the sky

From the firmament above
Down they gaze with looks of love
On the minstrel all unheeding
Still their ears entranced feeding
notes of sweetest sound
Gushing forth on all around
Music not unfit for heaven
But to earth in mercy given
Thou dost charm the mourner[s] heart
Thou dost pensive joy impart
Peerless Queen of harmony
How I love thy melody