Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair face, God's foot-stool, and man's dwelling-place. I ask not why the first Believer Did love to be a country liver> Who to secure pious content Did pitch by groves and wells his tent; Where he might view the boundless sky, And all those glorious lights on high: With flying meteors, mists and showers, Subjected hills, trees, meads and flowers: And every minute bless the King And wise creator of each thing. I ask not why he did remove To happy Mamre's holy grove, Leaving the cities of the plain To Lot and his successless train? All various lusts in cities still Are found; they are the thrones of ill. The dismal sinks, where blood is spilled, Cages with much uncleanness filled. But rural shades are the sweet fence Of piety and innocence. They are the meek's calm region, where Angels descend, and rule the sphere: Where heaven lies leiguer, and the dove Duly as dew, comes from above. If Eden be on Earth at all, 'Tis that, which we the country call. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDEPENDENCE DAY, 1956, A FAIRY TALE by JAMES GALVIN LAST LINES OF THOMAS INGOLDSBY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PROLOGUE. INTENDED FOR A DRAMATIC PIECE OF KING EDWARD THE FOURTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |