Quoth he: “Here nature hath her way,
And shows no other ornament
Than in the air and sunshine play.
Ah! what a sorry, sordid sight
Doth Beauty thus unfashioned make!—
You, city dames, to such a plight
Would bring the binding weed and rake.”
There came one tripping to his knee,
“Wild flowers: oh! buy wild flowers,” she said,
And looked into his face to see