Classic Poem

Wake! for the lark has flown
Straight to the blue;
Sparkles of sun are thrown
Back by the dew.
Come, while the fields are yet
Fragrant with violet —
Love, by my castanet,
Carols to you.

But when the night bird sings
Out of the dusk,
When each wind, whispering, brings
Odors of musk —
Then in impassioned tone
Speak to me, oh my own!
Love finds full voice alone
Deep in the dusk!