Classic Poem

1

By the wood-hedge primroses are peeping
By the thorn root white violets are sleeping
'Neath the tears of the morning all smiling and weeping
On March's latest mornings.

2

The primrose peeps aneath the thorn
By woodland hedges newly born
Its sulphur bosom in the morn
Scented with dews so early.

3

The violets too bloomed by the hedge
Peeping in clumps by withered sedge
Of spring the sweet and early pledge
Sweet scenting early morning.

4

By hazle stumps and mosses green
Where the little brook is seen
And thou and I at spring have been
Walking at early morning.

5

The lark is cheeping to the sky
A march days stormy melody
Till clouds conseal it from the eye
In the wild and early morning.

6

The crow is on the furrowed field
The blackbirds in the spinney shield
And in the new laid hedges build
Singing at early morning.

7

The hanging mists the blebs of dew
That turns the pasture grass to blue
As if the heaven was looking through
To meet the early morning.

8

In such a place — and can love sever
We've met and could have talked for ever
The meadows and that winding river
Beheld our early mornings.

9

And thou a lovely maiden fair
As sweet as any flower there
Went forth to take the cooler air
All in the early morning.

10

Young buds now wait thy leisure hours
To pluck the sweetest new born flowers
When spring revives the woodland bowers
As on this early morning.