painting; it is veiy capable of being pleafingly 

 wrought up in poetry. 



The chequered earth feems reftlefs as a flood 

 Brufhed by the winds. So fportive is the light 

 Shot through the boughs ; it dances, as they dance, 

 Shadow and fun-fliine intermingling quick, 

 And dark'ning, and enlightening, (as the leavej 

 Play wanton) every part 



