John Clare - The Thrush’s Nest

Lyrics
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 With joy; and often, an intruding guest I watched her secret toil from day to day - How true she warped the moss to form a nest And modelled it within with wood and clay; And by and by, like heath-bells gilt with dew There lay her shining eggs, as bright as flowers Ink-spotted over shells of greeny blue; And there I witnessed, in the sunny hours A brood of nature's minstrels chirp and fly Glad as the sunshinе and the laughing sky
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- John Clare