Classic Poem

I trust in what the love-mad mavis sings,
In what the whiteweed says whereso it blows,
And the red sorrel and the redder rose;
I trust the power that puts the bee on wings,
And in the socket sets the rock, and rings
The hill with mist, and gilds the brook, and sows
The dusk; is on the wind which comes and goes,
The voice in thunders and leaf-murmurings;
I trust the might that makes the lichen strong,
That leads the rabbit from her burrow forth,
That in the shadow hides, in sunlight shines;
I trust what gives the one lone cricket song,
What points the clamorous wild-goose harrow north,
And sifts the white calm on the winter pines.