And clusters not their own.
Wearied with endless beauty, did his eyes
Return for rest? beside him teems the earth
With tulips like the ruddy evening streak’d.
And here the lily hangs her head of snow;
And here amid her sable cup
Shines the red eye spot, like one brightest star,
The solitary twinkle of the night;
And here the rose expands
Her paradise of leaves.