Classic Poem

The wind waves oer the meadows green
And shakes my own wild flowers
And shifts about the moving scene
Like the life o' summer hours
The little bents with reedy head
The scarce seen shapes o' flowers
All kink about like skeins o' thread
In these wind shaking hours

All stir & strife & life & bustle
Is every thing around we see
The rushes whistle sedges rustle
The grass is buzzing round like Bees
The butterflyes are tossed about
Like skiffs upon a stormy sea
The bees are lost amid the rout
And drop in green perplexity.

Wilt thou be mine thou bonny lass
Thy drapery floats so gracefully
We'll walk along the meadow grass
We'll stand beneath the willow tree
We'll mark the little reeling bee
Along the grassy ocean rove
Tossed like a little boat at sea
And interchange our vows of love.