Classic Poem

Long are the nights without the stars,
The glimmering, radiant, silvery stars—
That shine like dewdrops in the sky,
A dreary dearth of light on high
In desert places of the sky—
(Long are the nights without the stars!)

Lone is the life without its love,
Without its blessing of a love,
To scent the weary winter hours
With perfume of the fairest flowers;
O unillumined, loveless hours!
(Lone is the life without its love!)