Allan Ramsay—Gentle Shepherd.
58. It is a quiet picture of delight,
Your humble cottage, hiding from the sun
In the thick woods. We see it not till then,
When at its porch. Rudely but neatly wrought,
Four columns make its entrance; slender shafts,
The rough bark yet upon them, as they came
From the old forest——
——Prolific vines
Have wreath'd them well, and half obscured the rinds