Classic Poem

Twilight wakens in the east,
The shades of night are flying;
The regal stars now shut their eyes,
And the moon is faintly dying;—
The maiden on her lonely couch
A restless one is lying,
Sleep has not power to soothe her heart,
Since for her love she's sighing.

Day is breaking through the gloom,
The sun is fast returning
To cheer dull Nature with his smile,
In radiant glory burning;—
He bursts the sable robe of night,
Like a spirit darkness spurning;
And rolls its fragments to the west,
Where all is wrapt in mourning.

Light flashes o'er the dark-blue sky—
Night's tear-drops are reclining,
Embosomed in each virgin-flower
Their crystal crests are shining:—
The lark ascends in ether high,
His warbling love-strains coining,—
Aurora throws a gleam o'er all,
With beauty past divining.