Classic Poem

Come when the leaf comes, angle with me,
Come when the bee hums over the lea,
— — Come with the wild flowers —
— — Come with the wild showers —
Come when the singing bird calleth for thee!

Then to the stream side, gladly we'll hie,
Where the gray trout glide silently by,
— — Or in some still place
— — Over the hill face
Hurrying onward, drop the light fly.

Then, when the dew falls, homeward we'll speed
To our own loved walls down on the mead,
— — There, by the bright hearth,
— — Holding our night mirth,
We'll drink to sweet friendship in need and in deed.