Classic Poem

There stands your cottage, peeping from the wood
And facing all the splendors of the sea,
On that dear spot where I to-day would be;
Above, below, azure of sky and flood;
Boundless seclusion, boundless solitude;
And in the midst what social feast for me
To choice of speech or silence bidden free,
While winds and waves rock every varying mood!
Through doors and windows wide, through all the house,
What breeze-blown odors sweep of spice and balm,
Hemlock and pine, cedar and wilding rose,
And miles away the scent of meadow mows!
Exhaustless sweetness; inexpressible calm;
The lapsing water murmuring, Repose!