Summer Evening (excerpt)

From the hay-cock's moisten'd heaps,

Startled frogs take vaunting leaps;

And along the shaven mead,

Jumping travellers, they proceed :

Quick the dewy grass divides.

Moistening sweet their speckled sides ;

From the grass or flowret's cup,

Quick the dew-drop bounces up.

Now the blue fog creeps along.

And the bird's forgot his song :

Flowers now sleep within their hoods ;

Daisies button into buds ;

From soiling dew the butter-cup

Shuts his golden jewels up.

Poems Descriptive of Rural Life and Scenery (1820)