Classic Poem

 But to our tale again. Day after day
  The sun slow dragged his intervening rounds.
 Meantime our hero's farm neglected lay;
  Rank weeds deformed his once well-tended grounds;
 His fences fell, his cattle leaped their bounds;
  Their master, vexed with more important care,
 And wholly occupied with sights and sounds ,
  Would frequent to the river-shore repair
To see if all was right, and no molester there.