Classic Poem

Clear placid pool, inclosed by forests dank,
Like one fair pearl enclasped by emeralds green,
How sweet it is upon thy mossy bank
To lie and gaze upon thy deep serene,
Which, like some rare old tapestry, hath been
Embroidered by the deftly fingered Sun
With leafy trees in vert and sapphire done,
Flowers, and rifts of azure sky between!
Here would I gladly lie the livelong day
And hear no creature save the wood peewee,
Her soul outpouring in some tear-filled lay
Or the soft droning of the homing bee;
For here doth matchless beauty hold full sway
And fill the soul with sweetest harmony.