“No rude sound shall reach thine ear,
Armor’s clang, or war steed champing,
Trump nor pibroch[79] summon here
Mustering clan, or squadron tramping.
Yet the lark’s shrill fife may come
At the daybreak from the fallow,[80]
And the bittern[81] sound his drum,
Booming from the sedgy shallow.
Ruder sounds shall none be near,
Guards nor warders challenge here,