Stonepit by John Clare Lyrics

The passing traveller with wonder sees
A deep and ancient stonepit full of trees
So deep and very deep the place has been
The church might stand within and not be seen
The passing stranger oft with wonder stops
And thinks he een could walk upon their tops
And often stoops to see the busy crow
And stands above and sees the eggs below
And while the wild horse gives its head a toss
The squirrel dances up and runs across
The boy that stands and kills the black nosed bee
Dares down as soon as magpies' nests are found
And wonders when he climbs the highest tree
To find it reaches scarce above the ground