Old English songs, you bring to me <br />A simple sweetness somewhat kin <br />To birds that through the mystery <br />Of earliest morn make tuneful din, <br />While hamlet steeples sleepily <br />At cock-crow chime out three and four, <br />Till maids get up betime and go <br />With faces like the red sun low <br />Clattering about the dairy floor.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-land/
