Classic Poem

I.

Come forth! come forth! 'tis midnight's hour,
Behold Night's glittering queen;
Let's haunt each spot, and leafy bower,
And dance with delight on the green;
Pluck me a flower, to deck my brow,
And I'll twine it mid my tendrils now;
Or wreathe me a garland of ever-bright roses,
But fly from the one where Cupid reposes.
For oh! all around us
We view not a river,
Should Cupid surround us,
To fling him and his quiver.

II.

Fly slow! fly slow! old Time, to-night,
Relax thy frowning brow;
And oh! one hour of wild delight
Let us steal from thy hour-glass now;
Give me my bright little ivory wand,
And let each hold in her fairy hand,
The plant she adores, or odorous flower
She loves to behold, at midnight's hour;
And brighter around her
Shall be what she loves;
And a scent shall surround her,
Like Araby's groves.

III.

Away! away! the day-beam breaks,
Let's spread our wings and fly;
Each son of earth from his sleep awakes,
So 'tis time to bid Earth good bye;
O'er rill and fountain, hill and dale,
Watch-tower high, and lowly vale,
We fly, and long for moonlight's hour,
To haunt again each grove and bower:
And play as delights us,
Our wild revels keeping,
Safe from all that affrights us,
While mortals are sleeping.