Classic Poem

Thank you, maiden with the feather,
With the green and sparkling feather,
In your hat!
Thanks, that, spite of dreary weather,
People crowded close together,
As I sat
Taking notes, my eyes could see,
Like the fresh leaves of a tree
In the Spring,
All the feather's merry glee,
Green as waves are said to be,
Joyous thing!

Thank you, maiden with the feather,
With the out-of-doors, new feather,
Mocking, bright!
Though the musty chair of leather,
And my notes, a weary tether,
Held me tight;
Still your feather, jaunty, gay,
Whispered, “Sometime, on a day,
Not too far,
Spring, all spent with love and play,
Shall come shining down the way.