Classic Poem

If I were the white and morning star,
Shining where the lesser planets are,
I would light you through your dreams
With my fine and tender beams;
You should hear the song that ran
Through the earth when Peace began.

If I were a shell upon the shore
I would murmur strange and sweet sealore
Of fair mermaids that beguile
Poor sailors, mile on mile—
Of the ocean forests dim,
Where strange fishes float and swim.

If I were the new and yellow moon
I would grant your wishes soon, full soon;
I would borrow for your sake
Such splendor as would make
Constellations fade away
Like sad ghosts at break of day.