Ye would discover, then, a studious work
Of many fancies, prompting many hands.
"Brought from the woods the honeysuckle twines
Around the porch, and seems, in that trim place,
A plant no longer wild; the cultured rose
There blossoms, strong in health, and will be soon
Roof-high; the wild pink crowns the garden-wall,
And with the flowers are intermingled stones
Sparry and bright, rough scatterings[623] of the hills.
These ornaments, that fade not with the year,