Classic Poem

When far above the boughs, starred pink and white
With dainty blooms, the sunlit skies of May,
In purple altitudes, with fleecy gray
Of drifting cirrus sailing out from sight,
Hold for the dreamer visions of delight,
The bee's boom sounds amid each fragrant spray;
Then when south winds with June's sweet roses play,
He seeks their dew filled wells with ready flight.
And all the year the clover blossoms know
His busy visits, and the mignonette
And honey-suckle add unto his store;
Well wots he of the buckwheat's swaying snow,
And lily bells that gleam with rain drops wet
He haunts, as fairies haunt some sun-bright shore.