Not overlooked but courting no regard,
Those native plants, the holly and the yew,
Gave modest intimation to the mind
How willingly their aid[255] they would unite
With the green myrtle, to endear the hours
Of winter, and protect that pleasant place.
—Wild were the walks upon those lonely Downs,[A]
Track leading into track; how marked, how worn
Into bright verdure, between fern and gorse,
Winding away its never ending line