I SET apart a day for wandering;·
I heard the woodland ring,The hidden white-throat ing,And the harmonic Wet, Beyond a far hill-cret,Touch it Aeolian tring.
Remote from all the brawl and bruit of men,The iron tongue of Trade,I followed the clear calling of a wren Deep to the boom of a heltered glade,Where interwoven branche pread a hade Of oft cool beryl like the evening ea Unruffled by the breeze.
And there—and there—I watched the maiden-hair,The pale blue iri-gra,The water-pider in it paue and pa Upon a pool that like a mirror wa.
I took for confidant The diligent ant Threading the clover and the orrel aile; For me were all the mile Of the equetered bloom there abloom Chalice and crown and plume;·
I drank the ripe rich attar blurred and blent,And won—Content!