Classic Poem

When the woods are green again
With summer suns and gentle rain,
When birds do pipe their sweet refrain
With bees in chorus droning,
When the heat of day is o'er,
And human voice is heard no more,
The evening sounds begin to soar,
An echo sweet intoning.

When upon the hush of night,
There beams a lamp of silver light,
And earth is bathed in radiance bright,
New loveliness revealing;
Then the waking woods resound
With elfin laughter all around,
And from each bush and wooded mound
Is elfin music stealing.