- CM 1.86
"The sun, with ruddy orb
Ascending, fires the horizon."
Stretches a length of shadow o'er the field."
"The redbreast warbles still, but is content
With slender notes, and more than half suppress'd;
Pleased with his solitude, and flitting light
From spray to spray, wheree'er he rests he shakes
From many a twig the pendent drops of ice
That tinkle in the wither'd leaves below."