Lately our poets loiter'd in green lanes, <br />Content to catch the ballads of the plains; <br />I fancied I had strength enough to climb <br />A loftier station at no distant time, <br />And might securely from intrusion doze <br />Upon the flowers thro' which Ilissus flows. <br />In those pale olive grounds all voices cease, <br />And from afar dust fills the paths of Greece. <br />My sluber broken and my doublet torn, <br />I find the laurel also bears a thorn.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lately-our-poets/
