Classic Poem

See! the faint green tinge from the western sky has
Faded; not one star but is gaining brightness;
Over dusk hills slowly, to western seas the
Moon is retiring.

Now, in this deep stillness from tower and steeple
Hark! the loud knell! to the hills it past, and
List! the same sad sound from across the wide bay
Faintly re-echoed!