Classic Poem

1
Up rose the moon in glory,
And glittered on the sea;
Up rose the stars around her,
Making the darkness flee.

2

The nightingale's wild warbling
Rang in the far-off wood;
When in his Father's castle
A mournful figure stood.

3

His heart was almost bursting,
He madly beat his breast;
As, in low plaintive accents,
His grief he thus exprest.

4

" Stars, shroud yourselves in darkness!
Pale moon, withdraw thy light!
Let darkness hide the ocean
For ever from my sight;

5

" Hide cottage, town and city; —
Appear no more, thou Sun!
But let in foreign countries
Thy cheering race be run.

6

" For I have lost my loved one!
Low lies she in her grave!
Speak not to me of pleasure,
For her I could not save.

7
" Hark to the distant murmur
As waves break on the shore " —
When lo! a light came flashing
Along the corridor.

8

The mystic form that bore it
He scarcely could discern;
Its flowing robe was blackness —
Higher the flame doth burn —

9

He cried, " What art thou, Spirit
So luminous and bright? "
A voice said, " I'm the maid, Sir,
A bringing in the light. "