Classic Poem

Stay, little Breeze, I prithee stay!
Come snuggle down, no longer stray.
There's sultry days in store for me,
And I would make a trade with thee.
Stay here and serve me in my need
And on sweet rose-leaves you may feed.
I'll keep a silvery stream at hand
To sing to you at your command.
I'll let you hum around the eaves,
Or flirt among the maple-leaves,
And if you'd like to roam at will
Among the pine trees on the hill
You've but to say so — and the bees
Will bring you honey when you please,
If through the summer you will rest
Right here with me, an honored guest,
With naught to do but blow about
Me when the summer sun is out.