Down below the earth's green floor

 The rabbit and the mole explore. 

The quarrying ants run to and fro 

To make their populous empires grow

  Do they, as I pass overhead,

 Stop in their work to hear my tread?

Some creatures sleep and do not toil,

Secure and warm beneath the soil

 Sometimes a fork or spade intrudes

 Upon their earthy solitudes. 

Downward the branching tree-roots spread

 Into the country of the dead. 
Deep down, the buried rocks and stones

  Are like the earth's gigantic bones.

 In the dark kingdom underground How many marvellous  things are found!