Where tedious city noises ne’er intrude;
O, I have sicken’d when the jarring strife
Of various sounds has reach’d my solitude—
Discordant gabblings of the city brood!
’Mid rural scenes my thoughts all tranquil flow,
Attired in many a sweet similitude,
For poets much to rural emblems owe,
The great domain of nature is their studio.
VIII.
My sister had a poet’s eye and heart;