Classic Poem

Oh, whence comes the gladness?
The joy fraught with madness?
The hopes and the fancies of childhood's bright day?
The weird exultation,
And rife animation,
That sets all the heart strings,
A-chord with the May.

From whence comes the Wonder-Land?
Likewise the Fairy land?
The halo encircling, the trifles of life?
The bright dream materialized?
The bear and wolf humanized?
The bugbear, the werwolf,
And fair water sprite?

Then searched I with lightness,
The summer sun's brightness;
There caught I a glimpse of this coveted mirth,
Then sought I the South Wind;
Among the rank clinging vine;
And caught it once more,
As it fled from the earth.