Classic Poem

Bright gems that twinkle from afar,
Planets, and every lesser star,
That darting each a downward ray,
Console us for the loss of day,

Begone! e'en Venus, who so bright,
Reflects her visions pure and white,
Quick disappear, and quit the skies,
For lo! the moon begins to rise!

II.

Ye pretty warblers of the grove,
Who chant such artless tales of love,
The throstle, gurgling in his throat,
The linnet with his silver note,

The soaring lark, the whistling thrush,
The mellow blackbird, goldfinch, hush,
Fly, vanish, disappear, take wing,
The nightingale begins to sing.