the sleeper (by edgar allan poe)歌词

At midnight, in the month of June,
　　I stand beneath the mystic moon.
　　An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
　　Exhales from out her golden rim,
　　And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
　　Upon the quiet mountain top,
　　Steals drowsily and musically
　　Into the universal valley.
　　The rosemary nods upon the grave;
　　The lily lolls upon the wave;
　　Wrapping the fog about its breast,