Classic Poem

One night as Dick lay fast asleep,
— — Into his drowsy eyes
A great still light began to creep
— — From out the silent skies.
It was the lovely moon's, for when
— — He raised his dreamy head,
Her surge of silver filled the pane
— — And streamed across his bed.
So, for a while, each gazed at each —
— — Dick and the solemn moon —
Till, climbing slowly on her way,
— — She vanished, and was gone.