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Thee Winter in the garland wears
That she may sun thee;
When rains are on thee. In shoals and bands, a morrice train, Thou greet'st the traveller in the lane; Pleased at his greeting thee again ;
Yet nothing daunted, Nor grieved if thou be set at nought : And oft alone in nooks remote We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.
Her head impearling;
The Poet's darling.
Near the green holly,
And wearily at length should fare,
Or stray invention. :
A lowlier pleasure ;
Of hearts at leisure.
With kindred gladness :
Of careful sadness.
And all day long I number yet,
To thee am owing;
Nor whither going.
As lark or leveret,
* See, in Chaucer and the elder Poets, the honours formerly paid to this flower.
A WREN'S NEST.
Among the dwellings framed by birds
Tiz field or forest with nice care, Is none that with the little Wren's
In snugness may compare.
No door the tenement requires,
And seldom needs a laboured roof, Yet is it to the fiercest sun
Impervious, and storm-proof.
So warm, so beautiful withal,
In perfect fitness for its aim, That to the Kind by special grace
Their instinct surely came.
And when for their abodes they seek,
An opportune recess,
Fai cuadowy quietness.
These find, 'mid ivied abbey walls,
A canopy in some still nook ; Others are pent-housed by a brae
That overhangs a brook.
There to the brooding bird her mate
Warbles by fits his low clear song; And by the busy streamlet both
Are sung to all day long.
Or in sequestered lanes they build,
Where, till the flitting bird's return, Her eggs within the nest repose,
Like relics in an urn.
But still, where general choice is good,
There is a better and a best; And, among fairest objects, some
Are fairer than the rest;
This, one of those small builders proved
In a green covert, where, from out The forehead of a pollard oak,
The leafy antlers sprout ;
For She who planned the mossy lodge
Mistrusting her evasive skill, Had to a Primrose looked for aid
Her wishes to fulfil.