Classic Poem

I AM alone — the busy world
Is hushed in midnight's deepest sleep;
And scarce the dark blue wave is curled,
So soft the breath that fans the deep.

Far rising o'er the mountain streams,
Pale Cynthia, goddess of the night,
Now faintly through my lattice gleams,
And o'er a portrait throws her light.

Familiar seems that face to me,
That quiet brow and glowing cheek;
How true to life, oh! can it be,
Those lips have not the power to speak!

Oft have I seen that hazel eye
With animation kindling bright;
And ere a moment flitted by
Melt to a softer, calmer light.

I've watched its varied lustre mild
When music breathes its magic strain;
In playful mood it gaily smiled,
Then 'neath its lashes hid again.

Farewell! O miniature, farewell!
Soon other eyes on thee will gaze,
And kindred hearts with transport swell —
Companions of his boyhood days.

Thou to his home wilt soon be moved,
A father's and a mother's tear
O'er thy unconscious cheek beloved
Will flow, thou image held so dear.

With what delight his brothers all
Will haste his miniature to see;
A lovely sister can recall
Each feature when she looks on thee.

I must resign thee, fare thee well!
Soon other eyes on thee will gaze;
And kindred hearts with transport swell —
Companions of his boyhood days.