Classic Poem

A star is falling swiftly
Swift from its dazzling sphere;
The star of love 'tis surely,
Which I see falling here.

From the apple-tree in showers
Blossoms and leaves do fall,
And the mocking breezes come blowing
And make their sport of all.

The swan on the lake is singing
And sailing to and fro;
And he dives in the grave of waters,
Singing low and more low.

All is so dark and silent!
Blossom and leaf decay;
The star flickers out in the blackness;
The swan's song dies away.