Classic Poem

The moon went down; the fresher breezes swept;
The flowers dropp'd dew; the stars grew white, — 't was dawn
Sebastian sank in slumber, worn and wan,
Till where he stood, the sun's increasing beam
Pour'd in, and broke the unrefreshing dream.
The room around was empty — where the page? —
" Where could he stray — so patient, gentle, sage? "
His chamber was deserted, — he was gone.
" Who saw the truant leave the palace? " None;
Or but a shepherd, who, as moonlight died,
Had seen a corpse along the Xenil glide.