Classic Poem

'Tis pleasing to see the waters fall,
Albeit their sound may not be heard;
Or hear from the wood the blackbird's call,
Although we may not behold the bird;
To find what is sweet in sound, or fair
To meet, with our sight, in daylight air.

The head of the tree may catch the light,
While underwood hides its stem in gloom;
The house may uphold its roof in sight,
With door hidden back by apple bloom,
As often we find things fair conceal'd
Behind what is fair over hill and field.

At Meldon the tow'r, with bells all still,
May show on the knap its comely height,
Or send out his peals below the hill,
Though hidden itself in darksome night.
O could I but be by Meldon's brow,
To see and to hear its people now!