Yoked with a girlish wife, and, for the rest,
Proud of the charge that made a prince his guest.
The highway ran beside a greenwood keep
That reached, herefrom, quite to the city’s edge;
Across, the fields with golden corn were deep;
The level sunset pierced the wayside hedge;
The banks were all abloom; a pheasant whirred
Far in the bush; anon, some tuneful bird
Broke into song, or, from a covert dark,
A bounding deer its dappled haunches showed