Classic Poem

The sun is shining on the leaves
Of many a pleasant place
And sweet the healthy morning breathes
Upon the maidens face
The wild hedge roses down the lane
Lends to the Peach its hue
The lovers heart it sets on flame
They are beautiful and true

Come in the fields sweet Isabel
My Isabella come
Beneath the Beech loves tale I'll tell
This bank shall be her home
The wind shall wake its song for thee
The sweet aeolian wind
That sets the leaves in dancing glee
And leaves rich health behind —

Those scenes my Isabella loves
The water and the plain
And the old oak trees spreading groves
The sweetest place to name
So come my Isabella here
Enjoy the health of morn
The leaves so green the water clear
Sweet is the rustling corn

The mansion leave my Isabell
And walk the fields with me
Come where delight is sure to dwell
Where nature reigneth free
As shepherd girl in gown of green
Come hither love and dwell
The morning sky the oaks dark green
Come hither Isabel