Classic Poem

I.

The gay hues of life are fast fading away,
 And dark is the cloud that o'ershadows my morn;
Yet would I not change this wild storm-troubled day
 For the calms that a fairer horizon adorn.

II.

O moments of sorrow with rapture o'erpaid!
 O dreams of delight, tho' ye die in my breast,
Your beautiful forms are but soften'd to shade,
 And more dear in their faintness they still are imprest.

III.

My thoughts on such sweet recollections are straying,
 The griefs of the present pass heedlessly by;
Like the unnotic'd clouds, when the lightning is playing
 Across the dark verge of a turbulent sky.

I.

The gay hues of life are fast fading away,
 And dark is the cloud that o'ershadows my morn;
Yet would I not change this wild storm-troubled day
 For the calms that a fairer horizon adorn.

II.

O moments of sorrow with rapture o'erpaid!
 O dreams of delight, tho' ye die in my breast,
Your beautiful forms are but soften'd to shade,
 And more dear in their faintness they still are imprest.

III.

My thoughts on such sweet recollections are straying,
 The griefs of the present pass heedlessly by;
Like the unnotic'd clouds, when the lightning is playing
 Across the dark verge of a turbulent sky.