Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush
That overhung a molehill large and round,
I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush
Sing hymns to sunrise, and I drank the sound
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Learned this a school and felt curious enough today to look it up again, just as beautiful as I remember
I have just set this beautiful poem to music for choir and flute
What a beautiful thing to do, I hope to hear it sometime. Yvonne.
The poem is a sonnet of fourteen lines. It tells us how the poet is soo inquisitive to know what the bird is doing and how he peeps into the nest to find out the secrets of the bird the discreption of the eggs and the babies flying away joyfully makes us feel that we ourselves witnessing the birds secret activities. By theiva.
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