Classic Poem

There is no beauty like the beauty of night,
When the stars hang within that sea of blue,
Miraculously lovely. God looks through;
His eye the moon forever silver bright,
Watching the earth bathed in a rush of light.
How shall I name the ecstasy I knew
On certain Summer evenings when I flew
Somehow to regions far and infinite?

Up one great starry path I seemed to go,
Divinely drunk with joy; and on and on
I passed beyond the glory of earth's white
Reflection of the heavenly portico.
There is no beauty like the beauty of night,
Save when the heart looks up — and sees the dawn!