Classic Poem

Art thou gone in haste?
I'll not forsake thee!
Runn'st thou ne'er so fast,
I'll o'ertake thee!
O'er the dales or the downs,
Through the green meadows,
From the fields, through the towns,
To the dim shadows!

All along the plain,
To the low fountains;
Up and down again,
From the high mountains:

Echo, then, shall again
Tell her I follow,
And the floods to the woods
Carry my holla.
Holla!
Ce! la! ho! ho! hu!