Classic Poem

Poets there be whose passionate verses pour
E'en as cascading streams that rush along,
Tumultuous torrential flows of song,
And wake the echoing vales with mellow roar;
And there be bards profound of calmer lore,
Whose inexhaustive numbers, full and strong,
Like storm-blown, multitudinous billows, throng
And roll in rhythmic thunder on the shore.
The shouting brooks which down the mountains leap,
Moon-silvered lakes that ripple to the breeze,
Wordsworth! thy joyous hymns resemble these;
Thy grander songs majestically sweep
Like Amazon or the unfathomed seas,
Deep answering unto harmonious deep.