Classic Poem

The stars are drifting down the west
And night and silence woo to rest.

The world is fragrant, clear and bright
This peerless, leafy, glad June night.

And all's so silent in the street
I almost hear the rhythmic beat

Of worlds that swing in solemn sway
Along their radiant starlit way,

Where suns and planets stately march
Ablaze athwart the gleaming arch.

The sentry moon with silvery beam
Glides softly down the stellar stream.

With Beauty on her perfect throne
Her kingdom needs no voice or tone.

The winds are dumb, the waters rest,
The clouds in quiet moonlight drest

Lie slumbering in the lower skies
Where moonbeams fade and starlight dies.

Oh, earth is sweeter than we knew
With starry frankincense of dew.