From "Reccolections After a Ramble"

The rosey day was sweet & young
The clod brown lark that haild the morn
Had just her summer anthem sung
& trembling dropped in the corn
The dew raisd flower was perk & proud
The butterflye around it playd
The skyes blue clear save wooly cloud
That passt the sun without a shade
On the pismires castle hill
While the burnet buttons quakd
While beside the stone pavd rill
Cowslap bunshes nodding shakd
Bees in every peep did try
Great had been the honey shower
Soon their load was on their thigh
Yellow dust as fine as flour

(lines 1-16)
The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems (2 volumes, 1821)

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