Classic Poem

Broad on the bay the sunbeams quiver,
The good ship floats, the wind is free;
The tide is rolling down the river,
And merry leaps the laughing sea:
And cheerly sounds along the shore,
Unmoor, my lads, unmoor, unmoor!

The airs are mild, as if some bed
Of wooing flowers delayed their rushing,
The lyric birds are overhead,
And, hark, the forest leaves are gushing
With flute-like melodies, which say,
Stay, gentle Lady, stay, oh, stay!