THE embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine, <br />Will not unwillingly their place resign; <br />If but the Cedar thrive that near them stands, <br />Planted by Beaumont's and by 's hands. <br />One wooed the silent Art with studious pains: <br />These groves have heard the Other's pensive strains; <br />Devoted thus, their spirits did unite <br />By interchange of knowledge and delight. <br />May Nature's kindliest powers sustain the Tree, <br />And Love protect it from all injury! <br />And when its potent branches, wide out-thrown, <br />Darken the brow of this memorial Stone, <br />Here may some Painter sit in future days, <br />Some future Poet meditate his lays; <br />Not mindless of that distant age renowned <br />When Inspiration hovered o'er this ground, <br />The haunt of him who sang how spear and shield <br />In civil conflict met on Bosworth-field; <br />And of that famous Youth, full soon removed <br />From earth, perhaps by Shakspeare's self approved, <br />Fletcher's Associate, Jonson's Friend beloved.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inscriptions-in-the-ground-of-coleorton-the-seat-of-sir-george-beaumont-bart-leicestershire/
