Classic Poem

What sound of midnight music
Comes stealing on my ear?
How sweet, and oh! how holy,
The solemn strain I hear!

How sweet, and oh! how holy,
It echoes far and near,
As if an angel warbled
The solemn strain I hear.

As if an angel warbled
From out the highest sphere:
Sure mortal could not utter
The solemn strain I hear.

Sure mortal could not utter
A song so soft and clear:
O, might it ever linger,
The solemn strain I hear!

O, might it ever linger,
Thus breathing in my ear,
That sound of midnight music,
The solemn strain I hear!