Classic Poem

Gliding, gleaming, speeding along,
Waking the echoes with shout and song,
Swiftly we fly,
Cycle and I,
Making the woodlands ring, hurrah!
With the gladsome joy that we bring, hurrah!
Even the birds pause in their flight,
Watching us speed, so swift, from sight.

Away from the struggle and strife and sin, —
Out of the city's roar and din,
Cycle and I
Swiftly fly,
Leaving behind all care, hurrah!
Buoyant and free as the air, hurrah!
Racing with squirrels, at break of day,
Like a sunbeam out on a runway.

Swift as a bird, on pinions fleet,
Under the trees where the branches meet,
Swiftly we fly,
Cycle and I,
Happy at noon or night, hurrah!
With a reckless, mad delight, hurrah!
Born of the shining steed of steel,
The pride and joy of the knights of the wheel.