Classic Poem

We saw three boys
Who came down
The cleft of a brow on our left;
One carried a fishing-rod,
And the hats of all
Were braided with honeysuckles;
They ran after one another
As wanton as the wind.

They went to school
And learned Latin, Virgil,
And one of them, Greek, Homer,
But when Coleridge began to inquire further,