Classic Poem

Night! The lute as daylight but dim,
A cloister strangely near a hill,
Rang the evening chimes of prayer.
The shadows of the miniature lamps
Shaped strange, unseen, frightful creatures
Of horrid ghosts, veiled in pale caps.
The solitude, teeming in its hush,
Let the unseen noises of insects clear
Buzz in their melancholy, weary hum.
Dreams are short, but their beauties are rare;
Night is long, causes thought
Its freedom of fantasy to acquire.
The grey demon clouds covered heaven,
Which hid the moon, but stars retreating fought.