Classic Poem

There is music in the mountains,
There are carols in the sky;
Silver wings are floating o'er us,
But they sail so silent by
That we seldom see or hear those
White-winged songsters of the sky.

We shall hear the mellow cadence
Of a music sweet and true
When we spread imagination
Like a net across the blue,
And we push the blinding earth-veils
From our hearts and see things true.

There are bell-tones in the mountains,
There are trumpets in the sky;
Hear the bugles softly blowing
Serenade and lullaby:
All the sweet and silvery music
Of the singers of the sky.