How pleas'd within my native bowers <br />Erewhile I pass'd the day! <br />Was ever scene so deck'd with flowers? <br />Were ever flowers so gay? <br /> <br />How sweetly smil'd the hill, the vale, <br />And all the landskip round! <br />The river gliding down the dale! <br />The hill with beeches crown'd! <br /> <br />But now, when urg'd by tender woes, <br />I speed to meet my dear, <br />That hill and stream my zeal oppose, <br />And check my fond career. <br /> <br />No more, since Daphne was my theme, <br />Their wonted charms I see: <br />That verdant hill, and silver stream, <br />Divide my love and me.<br /><br />William Shenstone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-landskip/
