Classic Poem

Up! friend, your work is surely done,
And it is glorious weather,
So let us out into the sun
And take a walk together.

Observe the linnet on the bough,
His note how clear and ringing!
His voice was mute at dawn, but now,
I notice, he is singing.

See how my dog comes running up
In answer to my whistle;
This flower is called a buttercup,
And that, I think, a thistle.

Birds in the trees are building nests
In various directions,
And every sight and sound suggests
Appropriate reflections.

Thus Nature to the poet's eyes
Shows more than other men,
And every hour a theme supplies
To occupy his pen.