Classic Poem

A morsel of rainbow forgot by a shower
Is dashing the dew from the cardinal-flower.
Two delicate pinions delightedly drumming
Are witching the dawn with Æolian humming.
A dainty black needle is probing the roses
And proving what nectar the lily incloses.
But under the honey-vine's odorous cover
A true little bride waits her recreant lover.
Then, fie! feathered truant, 'tis time you were winging;
Enough of your feasting and music and singing,
And arrow your flight to that bower of rest —
Your spider-web, thistledown, maidenhair nest!