Classic Poem

S WIET speeds the vivid train, and throws
Its jagged shadows down,
Like dreams upon the deep repose
Of tree, and cot, and town.

Blue soars the cloudless heaven aloft,
And bluer than the sky,
Bathed in dim moonlight strange and soft,
The misty meadows lie.

I muse how earnestly on Aire
This gentle moon will gaze,
And how dark Chevin will be fair
And pleasant in her rays.

And in her orb so brightly meek
And yon fierce glow I find
The image of the scenes I seek,
And those I leave behind.

Fair Splendour, hasten as we will,
Thy light will not remove,
But I go far and further still
From all I leave and love.