Neath the shed

Up to our chamber windows thwart the sky 
The clouds like bright volcanoes slumber by 
Slowly & grand Toil early out of doors
Goes praising the sweet time devoid of sorrow 
& prophesies the cuckoos song to-morrow 
Birds hop about each hedge & by the stack 
The small wren twits with tail cocked oer his back
Building his nest right early neath the shed 
Where cows in winter found a pleasant bed 

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