Classic Poem

When to Mediterranean the birds' thoughts turn,
Watching the lessening days
And the softer glow
Of sunset, " Goodbye" shall I say
And praise their beauty, and pray winter stern
To hurt nothing those feathers and fairy grace.
But after a week, in a place
Of coppices
I will count the kinds of birds that do not go
But for a Shakespeare and rare courage
Keep here, if forlorn
Despite sleeting scorn, and bitter hate of snow.