Classic Poem

O MOON , O hide thy golden light,
— O night, be not so fair;
O ye dear stars, shine not so bright:
— I would for sleep prepare.
Mine eyes are closing wearily
— That watched the slow day's flight,
And yet there is no rest for me
— In this enchanted night.

O fellow-men, be not too good!
— O world, be not too fair!
Wake no new life-glow in my blood —
— I would for sleep prepare.
My day is dim; there beckons clear
— A star of other air;
And yet, and yet, my heart is here!
— O world, be not so fair.