From the
hay-cock's moisten'd heaps,
Startled frogs
take vaunting leaps;
And along the
shaven mead,
Jumping
travellers, they proceed :
Quick the dewy
grass divides.
Moistening sweet
their speckled sides ;
From the grass or
flowret's cup,
Quick the dew-drop
bounces up.
Now the blue fog
creeps along.
And the bird's
forgot his song :
Flowers now sleep
within their hoods ;
Daisies button
into buds ;
From soiling dew
the butter-cup
Shuts his golden
jewels up.
Poems
Descriptive of Rural Life and Scenery (1820)
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