" Low Tvas onr pretty cot, our tallest rose 

 Peeped at the chamber windo'^' ; "we coiild hear, 

 At silent noon, and ere and early mom. 

 The sea's faint murmur. In the open air 

 Our m}T:tles blossomed, and across the porch 

 Thick jasmines twined. The little landscape round 

 Was green and woody and refreshed the eye ; 

 It w^as a spot which you might aptly call 

 The Valley of Seclusion." 



