Classic Poem

It was in such a night,
Far, far from all
These western vast-scooped hillsides where
Silver waters fall,
In such a night when birds
Into deep-leaved nests
Have fluttered, and last piping hush'd
In sleepy breasts;
It was in such a night—
But never again
Could night such promise bear and end
In such blind pain.
Birds in their bower, and beasts
Each in his lair,
Stars in the lone and solemn height
Darkening the air;
Music and motion stayed,
Stilled even the wind;
But of all nights returning none
Like that night of the mind.