
FANCY. 





’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; 




Shaded hyacinth, alway 


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 swarm ; 


Acorns ripe down-pattering, 


While the Autumn breezes sing. 











