Classic Poem

Sable her garb as starless skies,
A harvest moon her face,
Twin glories sparkled in her eyes,
Her lips blushed bounteous grace
And when they moved, her voice so soft
And musical in tone,
Seemed Dian's floating from aloft
To wake Endymion.

Ah! would I were that sleeping boy,
Unconscious of the bliss
Awaiting him when love its joy
Shall pour through Dian's kiss!
Nor did it chill my longing mood
To realise that I,
Were such a kiss by Grace bestowed,
Should not awake—but die!