Classic Poem

Blond moonbeams shine in symphonies of light
Upon the surface of a sleeping lake,
Blue shadows, deep in dormant depths opaque
Flit under dainty ripples, moonlit, bright,

Around, the myriad voices of the night
Blend with the moon's vague song, and make
Wonderful concerts of soft tunes, that break
In foam, in sheen, in toneful soulful flight:

Sound like the kiss of wave upon a pearl —
Sound like the flesh-thrill of an amorous girl —
Music so dreamlike subtle, that no ear
Save that of muser can enjoy its balm,
Sound like the murmur of a falling tear —
Sound like a twilight hush of endless calm.