Classic Poem

The winding Saco swiftly speeds
Southward among the flowering weeds,
The solemn pine trees lift on high
Their outstretched branches toward the sky;

The purple cliffs above the elms
Frown underneath their crested helms,
The summer breezes as they pass
Toss into waves the meadow grass,

And shake the light-poised poplar leaves,
Then play beyond among the sheaves;
While we upon the upland green
Drink draughts of beauty from the scene.