Before the feet, a garden green,
Amidst a wild and dark demesne,
When sight may range by lea and lawn,
From sunset to the gate of dawn,
Till through the utmost wood may be
Descried a dim and dreadful sea.
Five gates it hath, five porches fair,
That know bright guests of light and air,
And through the windows, clear and high,
The winged thoughts come from earth and sky