Classic Poem

Mirrored in the waters lie
Hill and grove, and cloud and sky;
Each with form distinct, and clear,
As they to the eye appear.

Moss-grown rocks, and grasses green,
In the river's depths are seen,
Ferns, and flowers with colors bright,
All are pictured to the sight.

See the cattle far below,
Where the mimic grasses grow;
Cropping still the grassy sod,
As if on the earth they trod!

When did painter's beauteous art
Sight so fair as this impart?
Vain is human skill to line,
Paint with colors so divine.

Thus the calm, and peaceful soul
Doth reflect the mighty whole;
Every object bright and fair,
Heaven and earth are mirrored there.