Seem to be smiling at me, he would, From his bush in the corner, of may,- Bony and ownerless, widowed and worn, knobble-kneed, lonely and gray; And over the grass would seem to pass 'Neath the deep dark blue of the sky, Something much better than words between me And Nicholas Nye.
"Peacock Pie, A Book of Rhymes"
Walter de la Mare