PIPER’S WOOD
In Minsterworth when March is in,
And Spring begins to gild the days,
Oh! then starts up a joyous din,
For Piper’s Wood is full of praise,
Because the birds deem winter gone
And welcome the returning sun.
Blackbird and thrush and robin dear
Within that wood try over all
The songs they mean to shout so clear
Before green leaves grow red and fall;
And harkening in its shadows you
Must needs sing out of Summer too.