Classic Poem

The sun looks oer the willows & pursues
His travels oer a blue expanse of skye
Oft met by playing clouds in light limbd hues
Like visions of the fancy passing bye
Field heaths & commons stretch beneath his eye
As green as meadows — little birds revive
As from a trance with chittring noise & song
Each ground wi bleating sheep is all alive
& clowns wi pleasure guide their ploughs along
Ravens resume their journeys to the fen
& puddocks hover oer each village yard
While chickens hasten to the clucking hen
Imprisond in a pen upon the sward
To raise a new springcherishd brood agen