Classic Poem

A rollicking breeze, and a frollicking breeze,
Cajoling and chaffing with coquettish glee,
And winding, and climbing, a whimsical road,
The moon-beams shy haunt and the shadows abode,
Ah! a country road with its earth-breathing smells,
Its heart-stirring heights, and its dallying dells,
Where I, either walking or running may go
May laugh with the winds, or may sigh with them low,
For in me a spirit of daring delight
Compels me to wander this rollicking night
This rushing night, this gushing night,
Mid shadows soft, or moon-beams bright,
Past meadows where the bull frogs sing,
Past woodlands where the shadows cling;
Past houses dark and hushed in sleep,
Past grave-yards where the willows weep,
Past brooks that sing their little lay
So loud all night, but hushed all day,
O'er rivers silent, black, and grim,
With grasses floating in their brim;
Up mocking, teasing, little, hill;
Past dancing, glancing, little, rills,
And up or down to left or right
The same compelling, wild, delight!
No thoughts of rest
Within the breast;
Beyond the snare
Of Reason's eyes
And wise replies
And on! On! On! into the night!