Classic Poem

I would sing with my lips to the lips of a sea-shell,
I would sing to the thrush and the cardinal-bird;
I would sing though the singing breezes heard me,
Though the tall field-grasses and light rains heard.

For I have a song is fit for the singing,
And a theme unmatched till the world be done,
Though never a heart on the wide earth heed it
But mine, and another one!