The changeful circle of fair land, that lies
Heaven’s dial, sisterly mirror of night and day:
The wide o’er-wandered plain, this nether world
My truant haunt is, when from jealous eyes
I steal, for hither ’tis I steal, and here 10
Unseen repair my joy: yet not unseen
Methinks, nor seen unguessed of him I seek.
Rather by swath or furrow, or where the path
Is walled with corn I am found, by trellised vine
Or olive set in banks or orchard trim: