Classic Poem

Pretty warbler, plume thy wing,
 Nimbly cleave the liquid way,
Gayly flirt, and sweetly sing
 Where Cam's tuneful waters stray:
From the dewy-spangled thorn,
 Let thy matin carol rise,
When the dappled tints of morn
 Glow across the eastern skies:
Wake, at eve the dulcet song;
 Brisk, sonorous, full, and clear—
When the student prowls along,
 Pour the cadence on his ear;
If he pause—to look on thee—
Tell him, sweet, thou camest from me .