Classic Poem

Above,
The stars are bursting into bloom,
My love;
Below, unfolds the evening gloom.
Come, let us roam the long lane thro',
My love, just as we used to do.

The birds
Of twilight twitter, sweet and low,
And fly to rest, and homeward go
The herds.
Come, let the long lane lead us as it will,
My love, a-winding thro' the evening still.

Behold
How now the full-blown stars are spread,
Like large white lilies, overhead!
But fold
They must, and fade at gray daylight,
My love; they blossom but at night.

The moon,
My love, uncurls her silv'ry hair,
And June
Spills all her sweetness on the air.
Come, let us roam the long lane thro',
My love, just as we used to do.

Above,
The stars are bursting into bloom,
My love;
Below, unfolds the evening gloom.
Come, let us roam the long lane thro',
My love, just as we used to do.

The birds
Of twilight twitter, sweet and low,
And fly to rest, and homeward go
The herds.
Come, let the long lane lead us as it will,
My love, a-winding thro' the evening still.

Behold
How now the full-blown stars are spread,
Like large white lilies, overhead!
But fold
They must, and fade at gray daylight,
My love; they blossom but at night.

The moon,
My love, uncurls her silv'ry hair,
And June
Spills all her sweetness on the air.
Come, let us roam the long lane thro',
My love, just as we used to do.