Classic Poem

Now the waves are softly murmuring their evening hymn of praise,
And the fleecy clouds are listening in the stars' prismatic rays;
All the palms are gently nodding in the moon's argental light,
And the tireless loom of Time fast weaves the royal robe of Night.

Out upon the sheeny waters rides a snowy-sailed canoe,
And the boatman chants an Ave, bidding vanished day adieu;
Crooning cradle-songs of Ocean weary souls to rest invite,
And the drowsy Evening falls asleep upon the breast of Night.

Deep and deeper grows the purple of the distant mountain range;
Stars and waters, palms and moonbeams loving benisons exchange;
In the hush of drooping silence, with resistless, tender might,
Reigns, serene in her omnipotence, the goddess-empress Night.