Classic Poem

What was expected is expected more
As the days lengthen and the sun gets warm
Wild flowers will gather to the cottage door
Daisey and pilewort and about the farm
The young lambs skip and dance on the green floor
And pewets scream upon the neighbouring moor
Cowslips in crowds that never yet was seen
The meadows and green close is smothered o'er
And every place where winters blight hath been
Is all repaired by spring in gold and green.

How lovely green and level meadows lye
Filling with flowers of spring day following day
How bright the lakes how beautifull the sky
With Harry Phillips re[a]d and fled to play
On the clear streams in the green month of May
How beautiful green golden days go by
Fish can't refuse the bait in such warm days
Such flowery meadows and so sweet a sky
And then a shower dimpling the stream melts by.