In Memoriam has many cantos descriptive of Somersby, both of the happy summer evenings on the lawn, when Mary
“brought the harp and flung
A ballad to the bright’ning moon,”
or of the walks about home with Arthur Hallam—
by “Gray old grange or lonely fold,
Or low morass and whispering reed,
Or simple stile from mead to mead,
Or sheepwalk up the windy wold.”
Or the winter nights when
“The Christmas bells from hill to hill