Classic Poem

W ACHUSETT thrilled
To its frostiest veins
At the step of its lover.

“Now am I repaid,”
It said, “for all
My lonely watch
Since the dawn of time.
He comes at last;
With loving foot he presses
My granite bosom;
He breathes my air,
Which I have made sweet for him
With starry dew,
And he will bear away
My image in his heart
To inspire and solace
Through him the world.
He loves me;
Therefore he knows me,
Both What I am and Why.”