Classic Poem

Faded the last red blossoms,
Small the new-born green apricots.
Where emerald waters wind about the house
Swallows are on the wing.
Let willow catkins dwindle after one more blast!
There's nowhere on earth but sweet grass will grow.

Within the wall there's a swing, without the highway.
A passerby without is struck by
A girl's sweet laughter within.
Silence prevails as the laughter fades away,
And the enchanted for the unfeeling enchantress
Can only heave a sigh.