On which the goat-herd leans, while, far aloof,
His bounding charge rest th' adventurous hoof
Where man's foot dare not tread:
The cushat in the wood,
Where the laburnum and the lilac grow;
The placid rill, wandering away below,
As one for earth too good:
The dim-seen paths remote,
That lead to lone retreats and leafy cells,
Where, like a bashful fay, the fancy dwells,