Classic Poem

To fledge the hours with mirth and ease
And wing their feet with pleasantries,
Till heedlessly they hasten by
As cloudlets down the summer sky,
Or bats mid twilight shadowed trees,

Or petals on the noontide breeze,
Full oft our laboring minds should please.
So now to you I come to try
To fledge the hours.

And oft when they shall seem to lie
Wingless and footless, we may buy
Wings for them from such names as these,
And happy-colored feathers seize
From their upspringing memories
To fledge the hours.