Classic Poem

Tell me, tell me, smiling child,
What the past is like to thee?
" An Autumn evening soft and mild
With a wind that sighs mournfully. "

Tell me, what is the present hour?
" A green and flowery spray
Where a young bird sits gathering its power
To mount and fly away. "

And what is the future, happy one?
" A sea beneath a cloudless sun;
A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea
Stretching into infinity. "