Classic Poem

The wondrous glamour of down and dale,
of wood and water and noble plain,
stirr'd in me bliss, my bale allay'd,
scatter'd sorrow, pain destroy'd.
Along a stream I wended in joy,—
slowly it flow'd,—my mind was full;
the farther I follow'd those watery vales,
the mightier joy constrain'd my heart.
Fortune-fareth where she listeth,
sends she solace, or sends she care;
the wight on whom her will she worketh
hath ever chance of more and more.