The humming of the housing bees,
Swell’d with soft sounds the summer breeze;
Those simple sounds, that to the heart
A soothing influence impart,
And full on every sense convey
Th’ impression of a summer’s day.
A cot, with clustering ivy crown’d,
Smil’d from a gently sloping mound,
Whose sunny banks, profusely gay,
Gave to the view, in proud display,