Classic Poem

SING! gangling lad, along the brink
Of wild brook-ways of shoal and deep,
Where killdees dip, and cattle drink,
And glinting little minnows leap!
Sing! slimpsy lass who trips above
And sets the foot-log quivering!
Sing! bittern, bumblebee, and dove —
Sing! Sing! Sing!

Sing as you will, O singers all
Who sing because you want !
Sing! peacock on the orchard wall,
Or tree-toad by the trickling spring!
Sing! every bird on every bough —
Sing! every living, loving thing —
Sing any song, and anyhow,
But Sing! Sing! Sing!