Trunks the forest yielded with gums ambrosial oozing, <br />Boughs with apples laden beautiful, Hesperian, <br />Golden, odoriferous, perfume exhaling about them, <br />Orbs in a dark umbrage luminous and radiant; <br />To the palate grateful, more luscious were not in Eden, <br />Or in that fabled garden of Alcinoüs; <br />Out of a dark umbrage sounds also musical issued, <br />Birds their sweet transports uttering in melody <br />Thrushes clear piping, wood-pigeons cooing, arousing <br />Loudly the nightingale, loudly the sylvan echoes; <br />Waters transpicuous flowed under, flowed to the list’ning <br />Ear with a soft murmur, softly soporiferous; <br />Nor, with ebon locks too, there wanted, circling, attentive <br />Unto the sweet fluting, girls, of a swarthy shepherd; <br />Over a sunny level their flocks are lazily feeding, <br />They of Amor musing rest in a leafy cavern.<br /><br />Arthur Hugh Clough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elegiac-ii/
