With various mirth and revelation due
And delicate intimacy of delight,
As there in happy indolence they lay
And drank the sun, while round the breezy height
Beneath their feet rabbit and listless ewe
Nibbled the scented herb and grass at will.
Much talked they at their ease; and at the last
Spoke Edward thus, ’'Twas on this very hill
This time of the year,—but now twelve years are past,—
That you provoked in verse my younger skill