Vast City! from my dwelling’s quiet shade 95
I see thee in thy cloudy pomp arrayed,
And scarce can deem thy rush of crowds so near,
Whilst nought but Nature’s voice is stirring here!
And bees, and birds, and forest glades are nigh,
To soothe the ear and tempt the gladden’d eye. 100
Here the fawn looks from out the blossom’d brakes,—
From dewy lawns the lark’s clear hymn awakes;
The dimpling stream marks where the bright fish glide,
And the fair lily clusters o’er its tide;