Classic Poem

Go, Singer! Seek the woods and dales;
Seek thou the mountain heights, the vales;
List to the music of the breeze,
The songs of birds, the whispering trees;
Breathe in the silken summer air;
Take in the essence of the fair
Deep summer skies that spread above
By day, and seize the treasure-trove
That falls from those eternal heights
On starry nights.
The language of the flowers learn;
The fairies seek amid the fern;
Bid all the brooks that woo the sea
Unfold their secrets unto thee —
All things that whisper to the heart
And Nature's messages impart,
Seize thou, and then
Take up thy pen,
And weave them in thy song alway
And thou shalt wear the everlasting bay!