To vex the beauty of the east:
A linnet singeth in the wood
His hermit song of gratitude.
So shall I sing when life is done
To greet the glory of the sun;
And cloud and star and stream and sea
Shall dance for very ecstasy!
[SCARE-THE-CROWS]
Twopence a day for scaring crows—
Tho’ the rain beats and the wind blows!