Indulgent nature! O dissolve this gloom!
Bind in eternal adamant the winds
That drown or wither: Give the genial west 270
To breathe, and in its turn the sprightly north:
And may once more the circling seasons rule
The year; not mix in every monstrous day.
Mean time, the moist malignity to shun
Of burthen’d skies; mark where the dry champain 275
Swells into chearful hills; where Marjoram
And Thyme, the love of bees, perfume the air;