Classic Poem

And wilt thou go, bright regent of the day?
Farewel, awhile! we part to meet again.
Ere long shall I review thy golden ray;
Ere long shalt thou resume thy glorious reign.
The sea that now absorbs thy falling light,
Compel'd shall soon its rosy prey restore;
Bereav'd, but not for ever, is my sight;
Without despair, these eyes thy loss deplore.
Oh Virtue! when thine orb droops towards its bed,
With such calm faith sad Friendship breathes adieu:
Thou shalt emerge, fair star, from death's black shade,
The splendid course of glory to renew.
Soon shall the grave release thee from its gloom;
Hope sweetly wipes the eye that wets thy tomb.