HE may be envied, who with tranquil breast <br />Can wander in the wild and woodland scene, <br />When summer's glowing hands have newly dress'd <br />The shadowy forests, and the copses green; <br />Who, unpursued by care, can pass his hours <br />Where briony and woodbine fringe the trees, <br />On thymy banks reposing, while the bees <br />Murmur 'their fairy tunes, in praise of flowers;' <br />Or on the rock with ivy clad, and fern <br />That overhangs the ozier-whispering bed <br />Of some clear current, bid his wishes turn <br />From this bad world; and by calm reason led, <br />Knows, in refined retirement, to possess <br />By friendship hallow'd--rural happiness!<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxxi-5/
