The staff I yet remember which upbore
The bending body of my active sire;
His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore
When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire;
When market-morning came, the neat attire
With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd;
My watchful dog, whose starts of ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd;
The red-breast known for years, which at my casement peck'd.
The bending body of my active sire;
His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore
When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire;
When market-morning came, the neat attire
With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd;
My watchful dog, whose starts of ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd;
The red-breast known for years, which at my casement peck'd.
Coleridge - Lyrical Ballads
