Classic Poem

I wonder what my kite can see,
So high above the world and me;
And if the birds are friends to him,
As I am friends with Jack and Jim,
And are the clouds just really rain,
That melts and pours all down again?
O! he must know a thousand things,
As much as schoolmasters, and kings;
But will he breathe a word to me?
No, he's as quiet as quiet can be.