Of those fair fields I love, when to the skies
The fragrant Earth was smiling in surprise
At that her heaven-descended, quick reprieve,
I wander’d forth my sorrow to relieve;
Yet walk’d amid sweet pleasure in such wise
As Adam went alone in Paradise,
Before God of His pity fashion’d Eve.
And out of tune with all the joy around
I laid me down beneath a flowering tree,
And o’er my senses crept a sleep profound;