And found at times a seat
Green, fresh, and flower-embossed. (Ode 13.)
Whenever plaintive warblings, or the note
Of leaves by summer breezes gently stirred,
Or baffled murmur of bright waves I've heard
Along the green and flowery shore to float,
Where meditating love I sat and wrote,
Then her whom earth conceals, whom heaven conferred,
I hear and see, and know with living word
She answereth my sighs, though so remote.