The Village Street Edgar Allan Poe

IN these rapid, restless shadows,
        Once I walked at eventide,
When a gentle, silent maiden,
        Wal ked in beauty at my side
She alone there walked beside me
        All in beauty, like a bride.

Pallidly the moon was shining
        On the dewy meadows nigh;
On the silvery, silent rivers,
        On the mountains far and high—
On the ocean's star-lit waters,
        Where the winds a-weary die.

Slowly, silently we wandered
From the open cottage door,
Underneath the elm's long branches
To the pavement bending o'er;
Underneath the mossy willow
And the dying sycamore.

With the myriad stars in beauty
All bedight, the heavens were seen,
Radiant hopes were bright around me,
Like the light of stars serene;
Like the mellow midnight splendor
Of the Night's irradiate queen.