Classic Poem

So many folk are happy folk—
The feathered folk and furred!
And many a kindly glance I've had,
And many a brisk bright word,
From squirrel and from gray fieldmouse,
From cardinal and blackbird.

It's only folk within the wood
Can know my happiness.
I did not tell my secret, but
I heard the robins guess;
The golden minnow knows it
Beneath the water-cress.