The glade to gladden with a garden’s smiles.
XIV.
Then in the woods he carved the deep alcove,
And led the climbing vines from tree to tree;
But near the cottage left the birchen grove,
Its tassels waving in the breezes free;
While o’er the stream their boughs the cedars wove,
Where wound a walk adown the murmuring lea;
And gadding vines embowered the fount’s bright flow
’Twixt banks of vernal flowers in bloom below.