Classic Poem

How much of time the lover throws away
How many useless journeys will he stray
To win the object of his hearts desires
When the moon rises and the sun retires
When purple pea blooms glisten in nights dew
The lovers walk with maidens that are true
The silvery moon the while on white thorns shine
As fond and faithfully I went with mine.

In moonlit shadows we with one consent
Down the footpath by the greenwoodside went
The nightingale poured all its music out
And the Owl hooted as he swooped about
The gate swung gently as she stept across
The old stone tunnel — where the snorting horse
Made her heart startle into fears surprise
While moonbeams fast asleep on greensward lies.

Oh! what so sweet! or beautiful as love
Whispered by moonlight by woodside or grove
Where the beams asleep lie on the grass
Hears not the whispers of my blooming lass
Nor notes one kiss in quiet evetide given
On loves young cheek beneath the light of Heaven
Our vows in kisses breathe from hearts in tune
Oh sweet are kisses neath the pale round moon.

The long dark shadows seem like lurking elves
And though we whisper know all like ourselves
How beautiful the pale round moon appears
Through her black hair peepeth the maids white ears
Just as white lilys thr[o]ugh dark ground looks through
On lovers secrets in the moonlight dew
I kisst her lips drove all her tears away
Till truth grew dumb and love no more could say.