Classic Poem

On the low margin of a murmuring stream,
As rapt in meditation's arms I lay,
Each aching sense in slumbers stole away,
While potent fancy formed a soothing dream.
O'er the Leucadian deep, a dazzling beam
Shed the bland light of empyrean day—
But soon transparent shadows veiled each ray,
While mystic visions sprang athwart the gleam!
Now to the heaving gulf they seemed to bend,
And now across the sphery regions glide;
Now in mid-air their dulcet voices blend:
‘Awake! awake!’ the restless phalanx cried,
‘See ocean yawns the lover's woes to end;
Plunge the green wave, and bid thy griefs subside!’