Classic Poem

Fleet across the grasses
Flash the feet of Spring,
Piping, as he passes
Fleet across the grasses,
“Follow, lads and lasses!
Sing, world, sing!”
Fleet across the grasses
Flash the feet of Spring!

Idle winds deliver
Rumours through the town,
Tales of reeds that quiver,
Idle winds deliver,
Where the rapid river
Drags the willows down—
Idle winds deliver
Rumours through the town.

In the country places
By the silver brooks
April airs her graces;
In the country places
Wayward April paces,
Laughter in her looks;
In the country places
By the silver brooks.

Hints of alien glamour
Even reach the town;
Urban muses stammer
Hints of alien glamour,
But the city's clamour
Beats the voices down;
Hints of alien glamour
Even reach the town.