Classic Poem

Beyond the far-off waves the seagulls cry,
As twilight shades
The emerald glades
And zephyrs waft the strains of nightbirds nigh;
Now sinks the sun —
Its course is run —
The day is done —
It fades in the gold of the western sky.

Now high, in raven files, the must'ring crows
Their wings display,
Thro' ether way,
And transient gleams and saffron bars disclose,
And beauties throng
The sky along;
And bugs of song
Now pipe among the vales of dew-kissed rose.

Now Night, on high, her spangled robe unfurls,
Unveils the moon —
The silver moon —
The orbs, the milky-ways, the circling worlds;
Now bright, sublime,
In clusters shine
The stars divine,
And 'cross the twinkling void the meteor whirls.

Beyond the far-off waves the seagulls cry,
As twilight shades
The emerald glades
And zephyrs waft the strains of nightbirds nigh;
Now sinks the sun —
Its course is run —
The day is done —
It fades in the gold of the western sky.

Now high, in raven files, the must'ring crows
Their wings display,
Thro' ether way,
And transient gleams and saffron bars disclose,
And beauties throng
The sky along;
And bugs of song
Now pipe among the vales of dew-kissed rose.

Now Night, on high, her spangled robe unfurls,
Unveils the moon —
The silver moon —
The orbs, the milky-ways, the circling worlds;
Now bright, sublime,
In clusters shine
The stars divine,
And 'cross the twinkling void the meteor whirls.