Classic Poem

“Fly on, fly on, where the thistle-down's waving;
 “Where the bean fields stand rich, with both perfume and dew,
“Where the bee in each blossom the honey is saving,
 “Oh, thither I'll fly, if you'll fly with me too;
“Or, round a tuberose-bush we'll gambol it gaily,
 “I know a rose-tree, so bright are her dyes,
“That you'll think when you see it, Cupid comes daily,
 “And fans every leaf with his wings, or his sighs.”

‘No, sister, no; where the blue waves are curling,
 ‘I know a bark that is borne to and fro,
‘Whose anchor is up, and whose white sails unfurling,
 ‘Now shine in the light, like the new driv'n snow:
‘There in that vessel I'll find me a pillow,
 ‘Unknown's the guest they'll bear o'er the sea,
‘And if you love as dearly to glide o'er the billow,
 ‘You'll venture, dear sister—you'll venture with me.’

“The sweetest breeze for us shall blow,
“The brightest waves for us shall flow,
“And o'er the sea,
“Right merrily,
“With light and bounding hearts we'll go.”