Classic Poem

O snowy star! which I all night have eyed,
As some poor girl her lover's moon-lit sail,
Bound for the outer sea at early tide —
The rosy billows and the morning gale —
I grieve to lose thee! for the night will fail
And thou be gone at dawning; but, to-night,
Thou fill'st my cup of tears with silver light,
And lustres of regret serene and pale:
Thou dost express and symbolize the whole
Of those deep thoughts that pierce me and refine;
But see! the daytime comes with all its dole!
Ah! woody hills and autumn-tints divine!
Ah! mournful eyes! Ah! sad poetic soul!
Ah! beauteous thoughts and fatal woes of mine!