Classic Poem

I OWN I should rejoice to share
What poorest peasants do;
To breathe heaven's heart-reviving air
Under its vault of blue;
To see great Nature's soul awake
At morn in flower and tree;
And childhood's early joys partake
Amid the fields with thee.

Yet more and more 't would soothe my soul
With thee, my friend, to stray
Where ocean's murmuring billows roll
In some secluded bay:
The silent cliffs, the speaking main,
The breezes blowing free,
These could not look, speak, breathe in vain;
Still less when shared with thee.

But though such luxuries as these
Remain almost unknown,
We from our scanty store may seize
Some pleasures of our own;
And what could fortune bring of bliss,
Of purer bliss to me,
Than when she gave me only this —
To find a friend in thee.