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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Scene Between May and June</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In lowly dale, fast by a river's side,<br>With woody hill o'er hill encompass'd round,<br>A most enchanting wizard did abide,<br>Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground;<br>And there a season atween June and May,<br>Half prankt with spring, with summer half imbrown'd,<br>A listless climate made, where, sooth to say,<br>No living wight could work, ne cared e'en for play.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Was nought around but images of rest,<br>Sleep-soothing groves, and quiet lawns between,<br>And flowery beds, that slumbrous influence kest<br>From poppies breath'd, and beds of pleasant green,<br>Where never yet was creeping creature seen. <br>Meatime unnumber'd glittering streamlets play'd,<br>And hurl'd everywhere their water's sheen,<br>That, as they bicker'd through the sunny glade,<br>Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Join'd to the prattle of the purling rills,<br>Were heard the lowing herds along the vale,<br>And flocks loud bleating from the distant hills,<br>And vacant shepherds piping in the dale:<br>And now and then sweet Philomel would wail,<br>Or stock-doves plain amid the forest deep,<br>That drowsy rustled to the sighing gale;<br>And still a coil the grasshopper did keep;<br>Yet all these sounds y-blent inclined all to sleep.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Full in the passage of the vale above,<br>A sable, silent, solemn, forest stood,<br>Where nought but shadowy forms was seen to move,<br>As Idless fancy'd in her dreaming mood;<br>And up the hills, on either side, a wood<br>Of black'ning pines, aye waving to and fro,<br>Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood;<br>And where this valley winded out, below,<br>The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was,<br>Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye,<br>And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,<br>For ever flushing round a summer sky; <br>There eke the soft delights, that witchingly<br>Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,<br>And the calm pleasures, always hover'd nigh;<br>But whate'er smack'd of noyace or unrest,<br>Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=James+Thomson">James Thomson</a></strong></div>