Classic Poem

The sun has dipt his glory
In the mighty boundless sea,
And the raging waves, so hoary,
Have eclipsed his brilliancy.
The moon comes faint and mellow
From the hazy cloud on high,
And she beams upon the billow
Where his rays are seen to die.

The stars have waked from sleeping,
And look downward on the night;
And the stilly air is weeping,
From the regions of its height.
Heaven's beauty is disclosing,
As the day sinks in the west,
And the little bird is dozing,
With its bill upon its breast.

The zephyrs gently sighing
Through yon soul-inviting grove,
Are like vows when softly dying
On the happy ear of love.
'Tis a honied hour of feeling,
To the heart unknown to guile,
Which is some fond tale revealing,
To the maiden's sweetest smile.