Classic Poem

Why should a fir-tree stark against the sky
Arouse old thoughts and times of long ago;
Yea, blind with tears a careless passing eye
That chancewise looks for signs of rain or snow?
I do not know.

I only feel that any joy or pain
May live afresh in any sight I see,
By field or nook, by path or windy plain.
And so the world a wonder is to me,