Classic Poem

The oaks are crooning in glee to-night,
The hour is so warm and fine;
The breeze is soft and the clouds are white
And stars in the blue sky shine.
The cricket chirrups, and love-birds peep,
And waking dreams beguile;
The lovely night is too fair for sleep,
So the wind flowers wake and smile.
The radiant moon with a stencil clear,
Top-tinsels each tuft with gold,
And shy, brown shadows creep out to hear
The tales of lovers oft told.
The oaks are beating with gentle strike
Slow time with each fringed bough;
Ah! if you would know what heaven is like,
Just list to their glad song now.