Classic Poem

Here first the day does break,
And for access does seek,
Repairing for supplies
To her new-opened eyes;
Then, with a gentle light
Gilding the shades of night,
Their curtains drawn, does come
To draw those of her room;
Both open, a small ray
Does spread abroad the day,
Which peeps into each nest
Where neighbouring birds do rest;
Who, spread upon their young,
Begin their morning song,
And from their little home
Nearer her window come,
While from low boughs they hop
And perch upon the top;
And so from bough to bough
Still singing, as they go,
In praise of light and her
Whom they to light prefer;
By whose protection blessed,
So quietly they nest,
Secure as in the wood
In such a neighbourhood:
While undisturbed they sit
Fearing no hawk nor net,
And here the first news sing
Of the approaching spring:
The spring which ever here
Does first of all appear;
Its fair course still begun
By her and by the sun.

Here first the day does break,
And for access does seek,
Repairing for supplies
To her new-opened eyes;
Then, with a gentle light
Gilding the shades of night,
Their curtains drawn, does come
To draw those of her room;
Both open, a small ray
Does spread abroad the day,
Which peeps into each nest
Where neighbouring birds do rest;
Who, spread upon their young,
Begin their morning song,
And from their little home
Nearer her window come,
While from low boughs they hop
And perch upon the top;
And so from bough to bough
Still singing, as they go,
In praise of light and her
Whom they to light prefer;
By whose protection blessed,
So quietly they nest,
Secure as in the wood
In such a neighbourhood:
While undisturbed they sit
Fearing no hawk nor net,
And here the first news sing
Of the approaching spring:
The spring which ever here
Does first of all appear;
Its fair course still begun
By her and by the sun.