Classic Poem

How sweet the transient dream and reverie,
Like twilight's purple wing, sank on my heart
In that fair season when I sat by Thee,
List'ning thy song that shamed Apollo's art!
Love breathes upon my memory, and I see
The scene within my mind lost in time past,
The ceaseless sun descending in the sea,
The huge dark waves against the boulders cast,
The solitude of nature, if such be,
The momentary lull, broke by the roar
Of billows, or the sea-birds' noisy glee
Around the time-sapped crags and gullies hoar;
While thou wert by me: still in these I find
A shadow of thy presence left behind.