Classic Poem

How sweet to roam through meadows green,
Above the sun a-shining,
To tread the lovely flowery sheen,
Within glad thoughts divining;
To wander on without a care,
Or hate or harm the heart to share.

To see the river gliding on,
Gurgling, tinkling by the way,
As if a-hasting to be gone
Where briny ocean holds the sway,
Whose foaming white doth fringe the land
Along the coast from strand to strand.

To watch the bee go humming by,
Made joyous from the juicy herb;
To hear the lark up to the sky
Go winging with his song superb,
Till thought and feeling in their flight
With brighter natures do unite.

To hear the chorus of the birds
Burst forth in answer to the song,
Which tells of nature without words
Polluted by the human throng,
Till valley, meadow, from above
Seem like the very haunts of love.