Classic Poem

Sweet poesy in natures bosom dwells
Hid from the gaze of the unheeding eye
As lucious honey in the secret cells
Of summers wild bees unobservd doth lye
Spring comes & goes the summers radiance falls
In all the splendour of earths majesty
The autumn oer its wildness vainly brawls
From swollen floods & tempest painted sky
Still clowns & worldly minded men pass bye
Unheeding all — nay these are fashion bred