Classic Poem

Thou'rt very lovely, when as now, O Night,
The brilliant blue of heaven looks adown,
One broad expanse of brightness; and the brown
Old mountains robe themselves in soft moonlight!
My study window looks out on a sight
Of rarest beauty. See, the moon has thrown
From shore to shore, across the waters, prone
Over St. Francis Bay, of broad beams bright.

A massy bridge of silver! Pitying Moon,
Dost thou see where, three thousand miles away,
Lone, in their lonely house, my loved ones sleep,
And dream perchance of one returning soon;
While, on the hill-top near, thy tender ray
Falls on two graves o'er which the night dews weep?