Classic Poem

I.

Soft and bright the moon-beam lies,
Trip it merrily, — trip it merrily;
All beneath the star-lit skies,
Gleam with Nature's loveliest dyes:
The nightingale
On light wing sails,
And sings it cheerily, — sings it cheerily.

II.

Sweet 'tis to wake while others sleep,
Trip it merrily, — trip it merrily;
And find some high and rocky steep,
That o'erhangs the treach'rous deep;
And sing till light
Shall put to flight
Us, and our melody, — us, and our melody.