Classic Poem

I.

I would I were a Nightingale,
For thou my rose should'st be,
And ceaseless by the moon-beam pale.
I'd sing my praise of thee.

II.

Oh, what a life of gentle bliss!
How sweet such minstrelsy!
Thy rosy smile, thy fragrant kiss,
My only boons should be!

III.

It is the moon-lit midnight hour
That's consecrate to love;
'Tis then that he asserts his power,
Around, beneath, above!

IV.

Ah! then, were I that tuneful bird,
And thou my favorite flower,
How often should my songs be heard
In that delicious hour.