Classic Poem

LET me lie here—
I care not for the distant hills to-day,
And the blue sphere
Of far infinity that draws away
All to its deep
Would only sweep
Content the farther from me with its sway.
Let me lie here—
Gazing with vacant sadness on this weed.
The cricket near
Will utter all my heart can bear to heed.
Another sound
Would but confound
Still more my life's bewilderment and need.
Let me lie here;
For now, so long my troubled soul has tossed
On the wide Mere
Of Mystery Hope's wing alone has crossed,
I ask no more
Than to restore
To simple things the wonder they have lost.