Upon this leafy bush <br />With thorns and roses in it, <br />Flutters a thing of light, <br />A twittering linnet. <br />And all the throbbing world <br />Of dew and sun and air <br />By this small parcel of life <br />Is made more fair; <br />As if each bramble-spray <br />And mounded gold-wreathed furze, <br />Harebell and little thyme, <br />Were only hers; <br />As if this beauty and grace <br />Did to one bird belong, <br />And, at a flutter of wing, <br />Might vanish in song.<br /><br />Walter de la Mare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-linnet/
