Classic Poem

O for the song of the gladsome lark
For the morning suns fair beam
Instead of this dungeon deeply dark
Where n[e]'er its light doth gleam
O for the breath of the fragrant vale
For the woodlands bracing breeze
Blowing like Arabys spicy gale
Amid the stately forest trees
O for the light & elastic spring
For the swift unwearied step
When the sound of the horn makes the high hills ring
With the bounding hunter[s] leap

O for the noise of freedoms voice
Heard in the hunters cry
When the deer has fled like an arrow sped
Or a lightning flash on high
O for the rush for the bold free rush
Of the mighty mountain breeze
Down the rocks away to the dashing spray
Of the roaring rolling seas
O for the light most feirce & bright
Of the heavens cloudy gloom
sound like an earthquake bound
Of the thunders hollow boom

O! that the glad stars through my dungeon bars
Would shed their lustre clear
That the solemn moon would lighten the gloom
Which reigns in silence here
O for some fair light to illume this night
With a swift & silver glance
Through these grates to play, with a pearly ray
And lightly here to dance