Rest, and be welcomed there to livelier joy.[6]
Across a bare wide Common I was toiling
With languid steps that by the slippery turf[7]
Were baffled; nor could my weak arm disperse
The host of insects gathering round my face,
And ever with me as I paced along.[8]
Upon that open moorland stood a grove,
The wished-for port to which my course was bound.[9]
Thither I came, and there, amid the gloom
Spread by a brotherhood of lofty elms,[W]