Sonnet Li. Close Is The Nook; The Valley--Pathway Steep

Close is the nook; the valley--pathway steep Above the river climbs; and down the bank, With sweet wild roses and thick hazels rank, By an unheeded track your feet may creep Into a shady covert still and deep, Harbour of flowery fragrance; with full tide The river slumbers by; on either side Over their rocks the merry runnels leap. Here, in the freshness of each sunny morn, Sit we in raptured converse; every flower Opens to greet us in our trellised bower, With warm dew sparkling; moss with hair unshorn Is our soft pavement; and the social throng Unscared, around us pour their airy song.