Classic Poem

Day by day
The sun's broad beam
Fades away
By a golden gleam;
Hark on the cliff
How the sea-gulls scream!

Eve by eve
The wind, more drear,
Stays to grieve
That the winter's near;
—Hark how the crisp leaves
Dart and fleer!

Night by night
The shade grows dense,
And the cold starlight
Beams more intense;
—Hark how the beggar boy
Asks for peace!

Get you out
Your muffler grey,
Your boots so stout,
And your great-coat, pray,
And put on your gloves,
—'Tis a hardy day!