“Well pleased he scans
The goodly prospect,—and, with inward smiles,
Treads the gay verdure of the painted plain,—
Beholds the azure canopy of heaven,
And living lamps, that over-arch his head,
With more than regal splendour,—bends his ear
To the full choir of water, air, and earth;
Nor heeds the pleasing error of his thought,
Nor doubts the painted green or azure arch,
Nor questions more the music's mingling sounds,