Two paradises 't were in one,
To live in paradise alone.

How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers, and herbs, this dial new; Where, from above, the milder sun Does through a fragrant zodiac run, And, as it works, the industrious bee Computes its time as well as we!

How could such sweet and wholesome hours Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers?

ANDREW MARVELL

YATTENDON

AMONG the woods and tillage
That fringe the topmost downs,
All lonely lies the village,

Far off from seas and towns.
Yet when her own folk slumbered
I heard within her street
Murmur of men unnumbered
And march of myriad feet.

For all she lies so lonely,

Far off from towns and seas,
The village holds not only

The roofs beneath her trees:
While Life is sweet and tragic

And Death is veiled and dumb,