The cultured fields; and up the heathy waste,
Mounts, as you see, in mazes serpentine,
Led towards[633] an easy outlet of the vale.[IF]
That little shady spot, that sylvan tuft,
By which the road is hidden, also hides
A cottage from our view; though I discern
(Ye scarcely can) amid its sheltering trees
The smokeless chimney-top.—
"All unembowered
And naked stood that lowly Parsonage