FANCY. 
269 
’Tis the early April lark, 
Or the rooks, with busy caw, 
Foraging: for sticks and straw. 
Thou shalt, at one glance behold, 
The daisy and the marigold ; 
White-plumed lilies, and the first 
Hedge-grown primrose that hath burst; 
oltadcd hyacinth, alw&y 
Sapphire queen of the mid-May ; 
And every leaf, and every flower 
Pearled with the self-same shower. 
Thou shalt see the field-mouse creep 
Meager from its celled sleep; 
And the snake all winter—thin 
Cast on sunny bank its skin; 
Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see 
Hatching in the hawthorn-tree, 
When the hen-bird’s wing doth rest 
Quiet on her mossy nest; 
Then the hurry and alarm 
When the bee-hive casts its swarai} 
Acorns ripe down-pattering, 
While the Autumn breezes sing. 
