Classic Poem

1

The corn is in the ear,
And the prime is on the year
And blossoms every where,
Sweet scent the early morning:
The summer is in flower,
And the soft refreshing shower
Scents the breezes every hour,
But most at early morning.

2

The brook runs down the dale,
And the cuckoo tells her tale,
And the happy nightingale
Sings the song of early morning;
On the bank the hawthorn green,
Hides the linnet's nest unseen,
While sweet the blossom'd bean
Perfumes the early morning.

3

The maiden seeks her cow,
And the ploughman holds his plough,
And from the woods dark brow
Sweet comes the sounds of morning;
On the powdered woodland oaks,
The glossy raven croaks,
And the lonely wo[o]dman's strokes,
Sound loud at early morning.

4

The corn is in the ear,
And 'tis summer every where,
The prime of all the year,
That scents the early morning;
The water clear and blue,
With its lilies shining through,
And the long grass gem'd with dew
Proclaim the summer morning.