Classic Poem

Through the hours of yesternight
Hall and gallery blazed with light;
Every lamp its lustre showered
On the adorer and the adored.
None were sad that entered there,
All were loved, and all were fair;
Some were dazzling, like the sun
Shining down at summer noon;
Some were sweet as amber even,
Living in the depth of heaven;
Some were soft, and kind, and gay,
Morning's face not more divine;
Some were like Diana's day,
Midnight moonlight's holy shrine.