To loiter arm in arm on summer eves
By hedge-rows,[1252] or through fields[1253] of long-grown grass
Where breath’d sweet-scented breezes all around,[1254]
And birds sang anthems to the dying day;
Or wonder where the murm’ring river ran,[1255]
While tales of love gave birth to cheerful smiles.
And just as pleasant in the winter-tide
To tread the hard, crisp roads; and watch the stars,
That look’d like angel-lovers gladd’ning Earth,
While we humm’d homely airs, and never dreamt