Classic Poem

Life of the world! that rollest on unseen,
Though sweetly felt, o'er land and over sea;
And wak'st to quickness things that would have been
All fast in deadly stillness, but for thee:
O when, on some steep upland, by a tree,
O'erlooking dell-beroaming herds, I lean;
And thou art dancing by to fan the green
Or drive the faded leaf, then flirt with me.
Come holy flood of life, whene'er I look
O'er sunny wood and stream, where thou dost play
Through green-bough'd trees, and o'er the meadow brook

That sparkles brightly on a summer's day;
And waft me softly out from grove and nook
Thy sounds that rise and sweetly die away.