54685: The Hollow Wood

<p dir="ltr"> Out in the sun the goldfinch flits<br> Along the thistle-tops, flits and twits<br> Above the hollow wood<br> Where birds swim like fish---<br> Fish that laugh and shriek---<br> To and fro, far below<br> In the pale hollow wood.<br> Lichen, ivy, and moss<br> Keep evergreen the trees<br> That stand half-flayed and dying,<br> And the dead trees on their knees<br> In dog's-mercury and moss:<br> And the bright twit of the goldfinch drops<br> Down there as he flits on thistle-tops.<br></p>