Classic Poem

Pale to-night is the disc of the moon, and of azure unmixt
Is the bonny blue sky it lies on;
And silent the streamlet, and hushed is the zephyr, and fixt
Is each star in the calm horizon;
And she hamlet is lulled to repose, and all nature is still —
How soft, how mild her slumbers!
And naught but the nightingale's note is awake, and the thrill
Of his sweetly plaintive numbers.

His song wakes an echo! it comes from the neighbouring grove
Love's sweet responsive anthem!
Lady! list to the vocalist! dost thou not envy his love!
And the joys his mate will grant him?
Oh, smile on thy lover to-night! let a transient hope
Ease the heart with sorrow laden:
From yon balcony wave the fond signal a moment — and ope
Thy casement, fairest maiden!