James Grahame: Quotes

What little birds, with frequent shrillest chirp
When honeysuckle flowers succeed the rose,
The inmost thicket haunt? Their tawny breasts,
Spotted with black, bespeak the youngling thrush,
Though less in size; it is the redbreast’s brood,
New-flown, helpless, with still the downy tufts
Upon their heads.