The chaffinch on the hedge row sings

The chaffinch on the hedge row sings
The matin bell from steeple rings
The rising sun its welcome brings
To dew bent flower & bee —
Around thy chimney swallows sing
Beneath thy Eaves the sparrows cling:

“My love my dear
Awake & hear
Thy Love waits for thee”

The linnet green as white thorn leaves
Of wool & moss a warm nest weaves
Where beds o' moss the dew receives
& still appears as dry —
The Robin from his root pops out
The brown hedge sparrow cheeps about:

“My life my dear
Awake appear
Thy Lover waiteth nigh”