Wherein three speckled eggs were laid....
Browning’s “pear hung basking over a wall,” Arnold’s
Have I not pass’d thee on the wooden bridge
Wrapt in thy cloak and battling with the snow,
Thy face towards Hinksey and its wintry ridge....
Patmore’s
The buried bulb does know
The signals of the year,
And hails far summer with his lifted spear....
Morris’s