Classic Poem

All night long the light is lying
Silvery on the birches sighing,
All night long the loons are crying
Sweetly over Aylesford Lake.

Berry-copse and brake encumber
Granite islands out of number;
All night long the islands slumber,
But my heart is wide awake.

Listening where the water teaches
Magic to the shining beaches, —
Watching where the waveless reaches
Hold communion with the sky, —

Soon my spirit grows serener,
Hearing saner, vision keener.
In the night's benign demeanour
Peace and Wisdom venture nigh.