Which no cart rattled near, no walker daily passed,
But at length one rambling deviously—
For no rut restrained—plucked them,
And then it appeared that they stood
Directly in his way, though he had come
From farther than the market-wagon.
And then it appeared that this brave flower which grew between the wheel and horse did actually stand farther out of the way than that which stood in the wide prairie where the man of science plucked it.
To-day I climbed a handsome rounded hill
Covered with hickory trees, wishing to see
The country from its top, for low hills