Classic Poem

Under her casement window grey,
Just at the dawning of the day,
A minstrel, burly, and bold, and gay,
Sings: " Come away, lady, come away! "

O lady, turn to the east thine eyes
And see the hint of a great surprise;
A vast bright sun about to rise
Upon thee — Wilt thou the hint despise?

O, better the twilight chamber dim,
The walls austere and the couch so trim
And scant of space, than a bed with him,
Who would lure thee out of thy cloister grim,
Just as thy sun is rising.