Classic Poem

Stoop, and there it is;
Seek it not right and left
All roads lead thither —
One touch and you have spring!
As though coming upon opening flowers,
As though gazing upon the new year,
Verily I will not snatch it
Forced, it will dwindle away
I will be like the hermit on the hill,
Like duckweed gathered on the stream,
And when emotions crowd upon me,
I will leave them to the harmonies of heaven.