Classic Poem

The dancing current, like a happy child,
Mellifluously laughs, as down the stream
We glide, past many a cot and rural wild,
Like visions mellowed by the moonlight's beam.
We cannot stay for these; a loftier theme
Awaits us. See! our shallop seems to feel
The joyous impulse of our waking dream,
And parts the waters with its anxious keel,
Exulting in the joys that through our bosoms steal.