Classic Poem

Green fields and music. Like a cheerful bard
With song surrounded, gushing where she treads,
Comes joyous June. The great trees bow their heads
Full-leaf'd. On cliff and common hard
Are marks of Summer's fingers. Beauty-starr'd
Are all the walks of Nature: gentle eyes
Peer out from grassy windows, and the skies
Are bridged with feathery clouds where angels glide.
Turn we to earth? The briony and rose
In the green lane are clustering side by side:
And clover-scents, in showers, are wafted wide
By village stile, and where the fountain flows.
A thousand lyres ring on the gladden'd plain,
Burst from the woods, and murmur from the main.