Not undelightful, friend, our rustic ease <br />To grateful hearts; for by especial hap, <br />Deep nested in the hill's enormous lap, <br />With its own ring of walls and grove of trees, <br />Sits, in deep shelter, our small cottage - nor <br />Far-off is seen, rose carpeted and hung <br />With clematis, the quarry whence she sprung, <br />O mater pulchra filia pulchrior, <br />Whither in early spring, unharnessed folk, <br />We join the pairing swallows, glad to stay <br />Where, loosened in the hills, remote, unseen, <br />From its tall trees, it breathes a slender smoke <br />To heaven, and in the noon of sultry day <br />Stands, coolly buried, to the neck in green.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-v-5/
