"Let us turn hitherward our bark," they cried, "And, 'mid the blisses of this happy isle, Past toil forgetting and to come, abide In joyfulness awhile. ...
"Under the trees!" Who but agrees That there is magic in words such as these? Promptly one sees shake in the breeze Stately lime-avenues haunted of bees: Where, looking far over buttercupp'd leas,...