And Lattice, Gleaming Through the Leaves.
Hemans.
17. You shall dwell in some bright little isle of your own,
In a blue summer ocean far off and alone,
Where a leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers,
And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers.
Moore.
18. You scarce upon the borders enter,
Before you're at the very centre.
Though small your farm, it has a house