Classic Poem

Swept by every passing breeze,
See the meadow fall and rise!
See its green waves, sprinkled o'er
With the whiteweed's starry eyes!

Gay they bend as in a dance,
Up and down a thousand ways;
So I've watched them many an hour,
In my bygone childhood's days.

Still I watch them, as of old,
With an ever new delight;
Following still their mazy dance,
Ever changing to the sight.

For of grace and beauty still
Do they now as ever teach;
Vain are fancy's feeble powers
Nature's perfect forms to reach.