Bird rang underwood, grove down-drove,
Sprang ground-watering morning and strove
So, so, so high - and soundly, too, sounded through
And back. And fro, fro, fro and around
Sang bird down track. So, round and aback
I was taken, timbered to waken
The brake-remembered stay of spring
Stirring and sudden, and all of I stood
Always and into a, over a, wood.
Alasdair Aston