See their image on the ground:
You may walk beneath them smiling, glad with sight and glad with sound.
For you hearken on your right hand
How the birds do leap and call
In the greenwood, out of sight and
Out of reach and fear of all,
And the squirrels crack the filberts, through their cheerful madrigal.
On your left the sheep are cropping
The slant grass and daisies pale;
And fine apple-trees stand dropping