Classic Poem

Little Breezes, lurking in the green-roofed covers,
Where the dappled gloaming keeps the cool night dews,
Up, and waft the wonder of it unto countless lovers!
Set the tiger-lily bells a-tolling out the news!

Down the eager rivers make the glory of the story roll;
Waken joyful shivers in the green gold hush;
Set it to the warble of the early morning oriole;
Fill it with the tender, kissing rapture of a thrush!

Take a little sorrow from the night rain pattering,
Drowning in a black flood stars and moon;
Take a little terror from the zigzag, shattering,
Blue sword-flash of a storm-struck noon!

Breathing through the green-aisled orchard chapels,
Learn the holy music of the world-old dream;
Borrow from the still scarlet singing of the apples;
Weave it in the weird tale's gloom and gleam!

Hasten with the woven music, make the Summer lyrical,
Sweet as with the odors of a southeast rain:
Set the corn a-chatter o'er the glad, impending miracle—
A little Stranger whimpers at the Gate of Pain!