Classic Poem

See where, upon the blue and waveless deep,
Comes forth the silent Moon!
Now, Music, wake from out thy charmed sleep;
And bid thy sweet soul weep
Her life away in some immortal tune!
Or, let thy soaring spirit run
Aloft upon some wild enchanted air,
Before whose breath despair
Dies, like a mist before the uprisen sun!

Come forth, lost Spirits of the world of sound!
Leave, leave awhile your aye-sweet tasks above
And rear your starry heads with music crowned,
And once more weave an earthly song of love!
Weave it around the gentle heart, —
Handel, Haydn, great Beethoven,
And thou, sweet, sweet-souled Mozart!
Ah! sure to sing and love must be the angel's part
Therefore, pour your skyey treasures —
Grand, unknown, immortal measures,
Such as ne'er the blooming Earth,
Heard since first she burst to birth,
And in endless ether hung,
While the stars of Morning sung!