Classic Poem

Evening dons her starry robe,
All the world's asleep;
Luna, pale and cold, looks down,
Shadows sweep the deep.
Yet, dear heart, thy presence seems
Brightness full for me;
Sleeping, thou art all my dreams,
Awake, I think of thee!

List, oh, listen! Hear my vow
As I longing plead:
Faith and truth I pledge thee now,
Love in thought and deed!

Gently folds the wings of night,
Darkness falls apace;
Yet my soul is full of light —
Light from thy dear face.
Night can ne'er of life be part;
Darkness never be!
Day is ever in my heart
While I think of thee!

Gentle lady, of thy grace
Tell me thou art mine;
Then shall neither time nor place
All my love confine!
Banish every doubt and fear,
Grant my earnest plea;
Bless the suppliant waiting here
Thinking still of thee!