Serenade by Edgar Allan Poe

So sweet this hour
so calm this time

I feel it would be
indeed
a crime

to disturb nature’s
sleep
and the star’s
serenity

to even as much as
play a note

on my lute

to even as much as
rest my eyes

on the Oceanic skies

to even so much
as think of Heaven

in fear of disturbing
the celestial musings
of the angels

Lying within the brown
valleys

the light of nocturnal
eminence

basks in empty
places

surrounding the
surrounding places

where lies my sweet
love Adeline

and so you sweet girl
my apple and pear

I will not disturb
with lyric or melode

but shall let you slumber
and perchance

dream of us
together

in love