Mirth, admit me to thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreprovèd pleasures free:
—L’Allegro. Milton.
What a dignity is imparted to the scene by the rhythm in the following extracts:
Here are old trees, tall oaks and gnarlèd pines,
That stream with gray-green mosses; here the ground
Was never trenched by spade, and flowers spring up
Unsown, and die ungathered. It is sweet
To linger here, among the flitting birds