Classic Poem

Let us go, then, exploring
This summer morning,
When all are adoring
The plum blossom and the bee.
And humming and hawing
Let us ask of the starling
What he may think
On the brink
Of the dustbin whence he picks
Among the sticks
Combings of scullion's hair.
What's life, we ask;
Life, Life, Life! cries the bird
As if he had heard. . . .