IAMBIC PENTAMETER

 “Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless with fruit the vines that the round the thatch-eves run.And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd, and plump, the hazel shells with a sweet kernel; to set budding more;And still more, later flowers for the bees, until they think warm days will never cease, for summer has o’er - brimm’d their Clammy cells “.