Classic Poem

Go, little book, and sing of love and beauty,
To tempt the worldling into fairy land:
Tell him that airy dreams are sacred duty,
Bring better wealth than aught his toils command
Toils fraught with mickle harm.

But if thou meet some spirit high and tender
On blessed works and noblest love intent:
Tell him that airy dreams of Nature's splendour,
With graver thoughts and hallowed musings blent,
Prove no too earthly charm.