The beams in blossom with their spots of jet <br />Smelt sweet as gardens wheresoever met; <br />The level meadow grass was in the swath; <br />The hedge briar rose hung right across the path, <br />White over with its flowers--the grass that lay <br />Bleaching beneath the twittering heat to hay <br />Smelt so deliciously, the puzzled bee <br />Went wondering where the honey sweets could be; <br />And passer-bye along the level rows <br />Stoopt down and whipt a bit beneath his nose.<br /><br />John Clare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/field-path/
