Pastoralia II
In glorious seclusion
Beneath the fading leaves,
A panoplied suffusion
Of sun he now perceives,
Who, sitting 'neath the bowers,
By nature now enraptured,
Thinks on angelic powers,
And by beauty is thus captured.
His philosophy is gentle
Who lives with rustic ease,
And in darkness fundamental
Admires the fragrant breeze.
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