Classic Poem

Rose and lilac lights are on the river,
Rushes are awhisper in the dusk,
Listlessly the weeping willows quiver,
Hints the air of marjoram and musk;—
Sweetheart, O my sweetheart, come away!

Evening bells are chiming on the river,
Woodland shadows deepen into dark,
Skyward from her leafy nest aquiver
Soars and sings the silver-throated lark;—
Sweetheart, O my sweetheart, come away!

Rose and lily lights are in your eyes, love,
Glows the hair about your bonny brow,
Would that you and I could soar and sing love,
Songs that on our lips are trembling now!
Sweetheart, O my sweetheart, come away!