Excerpt from Poetical Works, Vol. 7: Reynard the Fox The morning came. Its footsteps scared away The gentle sleep that hovered lightly o'er me; I left my quiet cot to greet the day, And gaily climbed the mountainside before me. The sweet young flowers! How fresh were they and tender, Brimful with dew upon the sparkling lea; The young day opened in exulting splendour, And all around seemed glad to gladden me. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.