Classic Poem

To-day I saw a dragon-fly on Morris Street,
A small thing, a gay thing, with whirring wings and fleet,
And up it went and down it went, as lost as lost could be,
Searching for the sunny grass and wind in shady tree.

But never blade of perfumed grass, and never shadowy glen,
And never song of care-free bird from out the streets of men,
And never sign to point the way back to where there lie
The green fields, the wide fields under God's blue sky.

And so it flew, a lost thing, with whirring wings and fleet,
A timid thing, a frightened thing, along the dingy street;
And oh, I wished to show to it the laughing trail I know
To the gay fields, the green fields, where my own heart would go.