Classic Poem

Crimson bushes line the hollows,
Yellow tree-tops fringe the hills.
The sky is full of swallows,
With a twitter in their bills.
The sky is full of swallows,
The air is full of sun,
And sparkling winter follows,
When autumn's done.

Ivory pillar, crystal rafter,
Make a palace of the wood.
The world is blithe with laughter,
She wears an ermine hood.
The world peeps out in laughter.
Her hood will melt anon.
But oh, the spring comes after,
When winter's gone.

Gleam of bluebirds, flute of thrushes,
Thrill the blossom-misted trees.
The apple-orchard blushes.
Arbutus balms the breeze.
The apple-orchard blushes,
The heart is on the wing,
And flood of summer gushes
From founts of spring.

Sea and summit tempt the rover;
Fairy horns to forest call.
The bees are drunk with clover,
The earth's a dancing ball.
The bees are drunk with clover.
The poem of the year
Turns a new leaf over,
And autumn's here.