Classic Poem

O Where has Arthur been this night
Why did he not come home
For long the suns fair orb of light
hath shone in heavens dome
Beneath the greenwood tree he's slept
his tester was the sky
O'er him the midnight stars have wept
bright dewdrops from on high
And when the first faint streak of day
did in the east appear
His eyes touched by the mornings ray
shone out with lustre clear
He rose & from his dark brown hair
He shook the glit'ring gems
Which natures hand had scattered there
as on the forest stems
The flowers sent up an odour sweet
as forth he stately stept
The stag sprang past more light & fleet
the hare through brushwood crept