Who could not sleep in this embowered room

Perched high above the suffocating ground;

Where clinging vines, and tree-tops in their bloom

Cast grateful shade and fragrance all around;

When, added to the magic spell of flowers,

The night bird's song fills up the witching hours!

Who could not rise refreshed at early dawn

In this same sweet, enchanted nook;

When, to the half-unconscious ear is borne,

From Lark and Robin, Sparrow, Thrush and Rook,