Sets off the brilliance of the hawthorn-hedge.

Close to the ground, the purple violet peeps

From out its nest of overhanging leaves.

On yonder bank the daffodils toss their heads

Under the shady lichen trees so tall.

Close by a chesnut, bursting into leaf,

Drops down it’s sticky calyx on the ground;

An early bumble-bee dives headlong in

To a half-opened flower of early pear.

O’erhead, in the tall beech trees, busy rooks,