Classic Poem

Blissful night! whose veil appear'd
A meridian sun to me;
Night of sweets , the more endear'd,
Love — till then — abjur'd by thee!

Stars that for the amorous theft
Shone but just enough to guide,
Favouring clouds and shadows left
Only just enough to hide.

Rest! that, sparing ours alone,
Wrapt in sleep all other eyes;
Gale! whose mild and whispering tone
Zephyrs only could surprize.

Feet! that lightly were impress'd
By the handmaid of the bower!
Soft endearments! wishes bless'd!
Love's impassion'd melting hour!

Visions of perplexing joy,
Slow the cup of bliss to fill!
Reason! to the senses coy;
Half-assur'd, and wondering still.

Why so fleet is Pleasure's wing?
Why so tedious Love's regret?
Why avengers in their sting,
Looking back, and lingering yet?

Why, alas, are gems like these
Kept as relicks in their shrine?
Why so precious are the keys
Op'ning treasure thus divine?

Star of day! that, closing night,
Leaves Tithonus to his rest,
With suspense avert the light,
And with prudence be caress'd!