Classic Poem

My fancies fly like butterflies,
Aimless, 'mid beauty and perfume;
The Ancient Wood's columnar aisles;
In old rose gardens, bright with bloom.

Where Neptune's horses toss their manes,
Trampling in foam upon the shore;
Down narrow craggy mountain dells,
Filled with the cataract's deep roar.

Nothing they know of boundaries;
'Mid wand'ring planets, fly afar,
And burning back like meteors,
Bring me a verse from every star.