Classic Poem

Love comes laughing up the valleys,
— Hand in hand with hoyden Spring;
All the Flower-People nodding,
— All the Feathered-Folk a-wing.

" Higher! Higher! " call the thrushes;
— " Wilder! Freer! " breathe the trees;
And the purple mountains beckon
— Upward to their mysteries.

Always farther leagues to wander,
— Peak to peak and slope to slope;
Lips to sing and feet to follow,
— Eyes to dream and heart to hope!

Tarry? Nay, but who can tarry?
— All the world is on the wing;
Love comes laughing up the valleys,
— Hand in hand with hoyden Spring.