Classic Poem

Ever, somewhere in the boundless blue,
Floats a cloud, like a ship at sea;
Ever a shadow lies on the hills,
And a wind from the south blows free.

Ever is heard the voice of the pines
As they weep o'er a long-lost love,
And ever, like the path of a star,
Flows the stream with hills above.

Ever the glens betray, passing sweet,
Secrets of brown lovers no more;
Ever the huntsman lingering there
At eve hears the dip of the oar;

Behold on the moonlit wave afar,
Two vague forms in a light canoe,
That is lost anon in the shadow
Where the river bends out of view.

Ever, somewhere in the boundless blue,
Floats a cloud, like a ship at sea;
Ever a shadow lies on the hills,
And a wind from the south blows free.

Ever is heard the voice of the pines
As they weep o'er a long-lost love,
And ever, like the path of a star,
Flows the stream with hills above.

Ever the glens betray, passing sweet,
Secrets of brown lovers no more;
Ever the huntsman lingering there
At eve hears the dip of the oar;

Behold on the moonlit wave afar,
Two vague forms in a light canoe,
That is lost anon in the shadow
Where the river bends out of view.