He may be envied, who with tranquil breast Can wander in the wild and woodland scene, When Summer's glowing hands have newly drest The shadowy forests, and the copses green; Who, unpursued by care, can pass his hours Where briony and woodbine fringe the trees, On thymy banks reposing, while the bees Murmur "their fairy tunes in praise of flowers;" Or on the rock with ivy clad, and fern That overhangs the osier-whispering bed Of some clear current, bid his wishes turn From this bad world; and by calm reason led, Knows, in refined retirement, to possess By friendship hallow'd -- rural happiness! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ENDURANCE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN SONG ON THE WATER (2) by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |