Classic Poem

Lithe of foot, blithe of foot, thus we go a-wandering,
Luting it, fluting it, many a path upon;
All the hoard of night and day open for our squandering,
Spendthrifts of the silver stars, spendthrifts of the sun.

Light of heart, bright of heart, no care for our tethering,
Ambling on, rambling on, with no dream of gain;
Frolicking, rollicking, whatsoe'er the weathering
Spendthrifts of the treasure winds, spendthrifts of the rain.

Gay of guise, gray of guise, little heed we all of it,
Laughing on, chaffng on, rule of rose or rime;
Children of old Grandam Earth, raptured by the thrall of it,
Spendthrifts of the golden hours, prodigals of time!