Classic Poem

Meet me by moonlight alone,
And then I will tell you a tale
Must be told by the light of the moon,
In the grove at the end of the vale.
O remember! be sure to be there;
For though dearly the moonlight I prize,
I care not for all in the air,
If I want the sweet light of thine eyes.
Then meet me by moonlight alone.

Daylight was made for the gay,
For the thoughtless, the heartless, the free;
But there's something about the moon's ray
That is dearer to you, love, and me.
Oh! be sure to be there! for I said
I would shew to the night-flowers their queen.
Nay, turn not aside that sweet head —
'Tis the fairest that ever was seen.
Then meet me by moonlight alone.