Classic Poem

Now sweetly shines the golden sun
The howling wind is still
The glorious light of day is flung
O'er every vale & hill

On yonder bank myself I'll rest
A blue stream wanders by
In whose smooth wavy liquid breast
Inverted glows the sky

The sweet wild flower's are loosely cast
In wreaths & clusters round
I'll watch the waves meandering past
To far off regions bound

I'll gaze upon the world below
The clear translucent sky
The shrubs & trees that downward grow
The swift clouds sailing by

Each shines with dim and wat'ry gleam
A pale & gentle light
Encircles them with solenn beam
Like glory of the night

The Willow waving o'er my head
Waves also neath my feet
Reflected in the rivers bed
The heavens & branches meet.

Lone drooping to the azure deep
They seem to touch the cloud
& there unmoved they calmly sleep
Not e'en by Zephyrs bowed.