“ Some to the holly hedge 
Nestling repair, and to the thicket some : 
Some to the rude protection of the thorn 
Commit their feeble offspring : the cleft tree 
Offers its kind concealment to a few, 
Their food its insects and its moss their nests. 
Others apart, far in the grassy dale 
Or rough’ning waste, their humble texture weave, 
But most in woodland solitudes delight; 
In unfrequented glooms or shaggy banks 
Steep and divided by a babbling brook.” 
