Classic Poem

1

The winding river glitters
Through the meadows emerald green
And in the sunshine twitters
How beautiful the scene
And April just a leafing
And the willows greening grey
While the white-thorn's sweetly weaving
Beneath the naked spray.

2

Its tender leaves of green
O'er every hill and vale
Then comes the pleasant scene
Of maid with milking pail
The soft winds blowing over us
Woods waving too and fro
Soon spring's green leaves will cover us
Wherever we may go.