Classic Poem

Before I laid me down to sleep
Awhile I from the lattice gazed
Upon that still and moonlit deep
With isles like floating gardens raised.

I felt as if the scenery there
Were lighted by a Grecian sky,
And then I breathed the blissful air
That late had thrilled to Sappho's sigh.

Thus waking dreamt I, and when sleep
Came o'er my sense the dream went on;
Nor through her curtain dim and deep
Hath ever lovelier vision shone.

And thou were there, my own beloved,
And by thy side I fondly roved
Through many a temple's reverent gloom
And many a bower's seductive bloom.

Oh, Nea, why did morning break
The spell that thus divinely bound me?
Why did I wake? How could I wake
With thee, my own, and heaven around me!