And oft an unintruding guest, 
L watched her secret toils from day to day ; 
How true she warped the moss to form the -nest, 
And modeled tt within with wood and clay. 
And by and by, like heath-bells gilt with dew, 
There lay her shining eggs as bright as flowers, 
Ink-spotted over, shells of green and blue. 
JOHN CLARE. 
