Classic Poem

The sweet May moon has left the night
Pensive and sad;
Another eve, again her light
Will shine and all be glad.
But no more, love, will thy quenched beam
Rekindle life's delicious dream.

The sweet May moon has left the stars
Twinkling and bright,
Fair sentinels amid the wars
That vex the gentle night.
But thou, oh! love, hast veiled thy face,
And left no starlight in thy place.

The sweet May moon has left the wave
To sing the while
In some sea-hidden dreamland cave,
She hides her mellow smile.
But thou, oh, love, hast left no voice
To bid my saddened heart rejoice.