Classic Poem

A fairy ring as round's the sun
On our green meadow bends its rim,
Out where we saw the wavelings run
Across the pond with rounded brim.
And there by round-built ricks of hay,
By sun-heat burnt, by sunshine brown'd,
We met in merry ring to play,
All springing on, and wheeling round.

And there, as stones we chanc'd to fling
Swept out in flight a lofty bow,
And fell on water, ring by ring
Of waves bespread the pool below,
Beside the bridge's arch, that springs
Between the banks, within the brims,
Where swung the lowly-bending swings,
On elm-tree boughs, on mossy limbs.