Oh the afternoon both calm and still
The hedgerow bare beneath the hill
Above the oak tree's lofty frame
Heavy clouds that threaten rain
But below that lonely darksome gloom
The early daffodils in bloom
From the holly bush above the throng
He greets them with his vernal song
From the other trees across the dell
A choir of voices starts to swell
And banish now the thought of rain
And hail the robin, King again!
