Classic Poem

When in the valley where the river ran
And sunlight rippled on its current fair,
While shadowed vistas of Autumnal air
Re-echoed with the dying notes of Pan:
When twilight's herald came in night's dusk van,
While sank the sun in western splendor there,
What joy for you and me all this to share
Mid wooded glades and chords Æolian.

And in the hush that followed as we saw
The after-glow dye deep the waiting slopes,
While brooding silence hushed the sombre rills,
Then fell upon our hearts a happy awe
And light and shade of mingled fears and hopes,
Star-signalled on the ramparts of the hills.