VI.
And the hedge, along whose side,
Oft, in childhood, I have tried
To escape, when playing “Hide.”
VII.
And the miniature wood,
Where in boyhood I have sued
Coyish maiden, Solitude.
VIII.
And the garden full of flowers,
Where I’ve past romantic hours,
Dreaming of fair ladies’ bowers.
IX.
In the orchard, stretched at ease,
On the grass, I hear the breeze
Piping ’mong the apple trees.