‘O, I could lean
And look for ever
At such a scene!--
And bless the Giver,
Who beauty gave, and best of all,
Sameness, unwearied and perpetual.
‘Let such a sight
Brim up my seeing,
And with delight
Renew my being,
Until the prospect calm and kind
Seem the reflection of my mind!’
Said t’other: ‘At most
This field you’re praising
Has but the boast
Of being good grazing.
You’re easy pleased if what you like
Best be a green field and a stone dyke.’