A plant in any secret place, As if a sunbeam showed the place, 45 It seemed as if the breezes brought him; It seemed as if the sparrows taught him; As if by secret sight he knew Where, in far fields, the orchis grew. 50 But all her shows did Nature yield, 55 He heard the woodcock's evening hymn; He found the tawny thrushes' broods; III 61 And ills to come as evils past bemoan. 90 Not so the wise; no coward watch he keeps To spy what danger on his pathway creeps; Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome; Where his clear spirit leads him, By God's own light illumined and foreshowed. IV 'Twas one of the charmèd days It may blow north, it still is warm; Or east, it smells like a clover-farm; Or west, no thunder fear. The musing peasant lowly great 100 105 |