Classic Poem

Wilt thou not stay for my brother dear?
'Tis early yet, he will soon be here;
I would greet him too with a smile of glee,
But he lingers long, and it may not be.
I go to dream of that form so bright,
Stay for my brother, good night, good night.

Stay for my brother, thou canst not tell
The thoughts that live in my heart's deep cell;
Thoughts that have grown with my riper years,
Nursed midst a strife of hopes and fears;
Gilding my life with a hallowed light,
Stay for my brother, good night, good night.

Stay for my brother, oh! wilt thou stay?
The moments wane, I must haste away;
Yet would I welcome with smiles of glee,
Him who is dearer than life to me;
I go ere the moon hath veiled her light,
Stay for my brother, good night, good night.

Yes, I would stay for thy brother dear,
But the stars grow dim, he will not be here;
Friendship is weaving her magic spell,
Wooing him still in her bowers to dwell;
Go thou and dream of that form so bright,
Angels watch o'er thee, good night, good night.