Classic Poem

To roam abroad amidst the mists, and dews,
And brightness of the early morning sky,
When rose and hawthorn leaves wore tenderest hues:
To watch the mother linnet's stedfast eye,
Seated upon her nest; or wondering muse
On her eggs' spots, and bright and delicate dye;
To peep into the magpie's thorny hall,
Or wren's green cone in some hoar mossy wall;