Classic Poem

I.

Through sun-bright lakes,
Round islets gay,
The river takes
Its western way,
And the water-chime
Soft zephyrs time
Each gladsome summer day.

II.

The starry trout,
Fair to behold,
Roameth about
On fin of gold;
At root of tree
His haunt you may see,
Rude rock or crevice old.

III.

And hither dart
The salmon grey,
From the deep heart
Of some sea bay;
And herling wild
Is here beguiled
To hold autumnal play.

IV.

Oh! 'tis a stream
Most fair to see,
As in a dream
Flows pleasantly;
And our hearts are woo'd
To a kind sweet mood
By its wondrous witchery.