Sweet poesy in natures bosom dwells
Hid from the gaze of the unheeding eye
As lucious honey in the secret cells
Of summers wild bees unobservd doth lye
Spring comes & goes the summers radiance falls
In all the splendour of earths majesty
The autumn oer its wildness vainly brawls
From swollen floods & tempest painted sky
Still clowns & worldly minded men pass bye
Unheeding all — nay these are fashion bred