Classic Poem

I.

No zephyr shakes the leafy, leafy tree;
The round merry moon looks in on me,
Through the grene-wood cover,
Where all summer-night over,
My angle and I bear companye.

II.

I have haunts by the lone hill-cairn,
There I trip it the frost-time thorough,
'Mong wild moss and faded fern,
Where the blind mole rears his furrow;
I have haunts by the shell-strewn tide,
But better to me the sweet stream side,
There the summer-night over,
'Neath grene-wood cover
My angle and I bear companye!