Classic Poem

Queen of the night! oh, watch o'er his slumbers,
Fold ye around him, bright seraphs! your wings;
Soothing and sweet, gentle harp, be thy numbers,
Lightly, oh, lightly, we waken thy strings.
Midnight around him her mantle is throwing,
Nature her tears o'er the violet weeps;
Pure as the gush of the fountain is flowing
Music's soft cadence, he sleeps, he sleeps.

When o'er the deep his proud bark is flying,
Star of the ocean! watch o'er him there;
Bid the soft gale in its tenderness sighing,
Whisper of hope and dispel every care.
Midnight around him her mantle is throwing,
Nature her tears o'er the violet weeps;
Pure as the gush of the fountain is flowing
Music's soft cadence, he sleeps, he sleeps.