Classic Poem

I.

Fly, my canoe, the tempest brave,
The light'ning's flash, and rolling wave,
The winds are up, the moon's on high,
And dimly sails along the sky;
No pale star sheds her glimmering light,
To guide to Latna's cave to-night.
Fly, my canoe, the white waves o'er,
To reach my Latna's fairy shore.

II.

In Latna's cave, a coral bed
At night receives my lov'd one's head;
While from the roof a sapphire's light
Sheds its mild lustre through the night;
And at her feet unnumber'd flow'rs
Perfume the tedious ebon hours.
Fly, my canoe, the white waves o'er,
To reach my Latna's fairy shore.

III.

Fly, my canoe, I see the land,
And Latna waves her eager hand.
I come, my Love! the wild winds sweep,
To bear me o'er the treacherous deep,
My bark flies fleet the waters o'er,
And now I reach thy fairy shore.