Classic Poem

Oh! do you wake, or do you sleep
With window to the full-moon'd sky?
Oh! have you lost, or do you keep
A thought of all the day gone by?
Or are you dead to all you knew
Of life, the while I live to you?

May air, o'er wallside roses brought,
Of charming gardens give you dreams;
May rustling leaves beguile your thought
With dreams of walks by falling streams.
And on your lids be light that yields
Bright dream-clouds over daisied fields.

Our meeting hour of yesterday
To me, now deep in waning night,
Seems all a glory pass'd away
Beyond a year-time's longsome flight.
Though night seems far too short to weigh
Your words and deeds of yesterday.

While rise or sink the glittering stars
Above dim woods, or hillock brows,
There, out within the moonpaled bars,
In darksome bunches sleep your cows.
So sweetly sleep, asleep be they,
Until you meet the opening day.