Classic Poem

O! do you hear the rain
Beat on the glass in vain?
So my tears beat against fate's feet
In vain ... in vain ... in vain ...

O! do you see the skies
As gray as your grave eyes?
O! do you hear the wind, my dear,
That sighs and sighs and sighs ...

... Tired as this twilight seems
My soul droops sad with dreams ...
You cannot know where we two go
In dreams ... in dreams ... in dreams.

You only watch the light,
Sinking away from night ...
In silver mail all shadowy pale,
The moon shines white, so white ...

... O! if we two were wise
Your eyes would leave the skies
And look into my eyes!
And I who wistful stand, ...
One foot in fairy land,
Would catch Love by the hand. . . .