Classic Poem

Bells are ringing;
Maidens singing
By the village tree:
Wreaths and banners flying,
Youth his vigor trying,
Joy is wild and free.

Harvest over,
Friend and lover
Hasten to the green:
Love with crown of myrtle,
Health in forest kirtle,
Beauty rules as queen.

Fleetly glancing,
Lightly dancing,
All is laugh and song;
So till golden even
Kindles earth and heaven,
So they wheel along.

Bright in gushes,
Smiles and blushes
Come and flit away.
Harvest now is over,
So shall friend and lover
Greet the festive day.