How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, <br />Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me; <br />Faintly are heard the ploughmen at their ploughs, <br />But not an eye can find its way to see. <br />The sunbeams scarce molest me with a smile, <br />So thick the leafy armies gather round; <br />And where they do, the breeze blows cool the while, <br />Their leafy shadows dancing on the ground. <br />Full many a flower, too, wishing to be seen, <br />Perks up its head the hiding grass between.- <br />In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be; <br />Where all the noises, that on peace intrude, <br />Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee, <br />Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.<br /><br />John Clare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-hilly-wood-2/
