Early Morning in the Country- II


Dew-pearled the lawn, and ruddy-lipped the sky,
New-waked the cock that nearby proudly crows;
Sighing the zephyr awakening the rose;
Drowsy the stream as it goes tinkling by.
Stately the trees that ope a leafy eye;
Nimble the squirrel that a-campering goes
Across the open grass on velvet toes;
Blithely the lark climbs up to sing on high.
Thus in the morning when the day doth wake
Begins the farmyard clamour once again,
The farmer fits the halter, draws the rein.
Anew the traveller dith his journey take
Across the hills unto another rest,
Courage renewed, and strength and life refreshed!