Classic Poem

O, the mind is a bird, with a choice of flight
It can fly to the top of the tree,
Singing “Love, Love, Love,” all day and all night,
Merrily, airily,
Faithfully, cheerily
Fly high, Mind!—Or wilt thou fly low?
Wilt thou go,
Draggingly, creepingly,
Slowly and feebly,
Through the mud and the mire,
Through the world's sharp desire,
And the passion of sense?
O Mind, get thee hence.
Having seen, leave the sight.
Get thee up! Get thee higher!
Rise, Mind! Try a flight!
Seek the sweet, green tops of the trees,
Where the breeze,
Gently playing,
Murmurs, swaying;
Airily, faithfully,
Merrily, cheerily,
Sing thou “Love, Love, Love,” all day and all night.