Classic Poem

Ere yet we slumbers seek,
Blest queen of song, descend;
Thy shell can sweetest speak
Good night to guest and friend.

'Tis pain, 'tis pain to part
For e'en one fleeting night;
But music's matchless art
Can turn it to delight.

How sweet the farewell glass,
When music gives it zest;
How sweet their dreams who pass
From harmony to rest!

Dark thoughts that scare repose,
At music's voice give place,
And Fancy lends her rose,
Sleep's poppy wreath to grace.