Classic Poem

I KNOW where all the singers hide
— — And music wanders far along, —
Down the steep rock and country side
A mile of song;
And sighs that the hazel sighed
Mix and grow strong.

There tired winds come home to say
— — Their tale of acres bowed in flight,
And streamless hollows where they lay.
There shade and light
All the delicious day
Linger and light.

Down sudden slips in turns and turns
— — Aglitter, sings the rivulet;
White bubbles float the little burns,
And round are set
Fringes of lucid ferns
Fragile and wet.