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As late I
rambled in the happy fields,
What time the skylark
shakes the tremulous dew
From his lush clover covert;
-when anew
Adventurous knights take up their dinted
shields;
I saw the sweetest flower wild nature
yields,
A fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that
threw
Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew
As is the wand that Queen Titania wields.
And, as I
feasted on its fragrancy,
I thought the garden-rose
it far excelled;
But when, O Wells! thy roses came to
me,
My sense with their deliciousness was spelled:
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
Whispered
of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquelled.
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