Classic Poem

Above the cloistral valley,
—Above the druid rill,
There lies a quiet sleeper
—Upon a lonely hill.

All the long days of summer
—The low winds whisper by,
And the soft voices of the leaves
—Make murmurous reply.

All the long eves of autumn
—The loving shadows mass
Round this sequestered slumbering-place
—Beneath the cool hill grass.

All the long nights of winter
—The white drifts heap and heap
To form a fleecy coverlet
—Above the dreamer's sleep.

All the long morns of springtime
—The tear-drops of the dew
Gleam in the violets' tender eyes
—As if the blossoms knew.

Ah, who would break the rapture
—Brooding and sweet and still,
The great peace of the sleeper
—Upon the lonely hill!