It) 
GARDENS, WREATHS, &c. 
Whicli from his darksome passage now appears, 
And now, divided into four main streams, 
Runs diverse, wandering many a famous 
realm, 
And country, whereof here needs no account; 
But rather to tell how, if Art could tell, 
How from that sapphire fount the crisped 
brooks, 
Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold. 
With mazy error under pendant shades 
Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed 
Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice 
Art 
In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon 
Pour’d forth profuse on hill, and dale, and 
plain. 
Both where the morning sun first warmly 
smote 
The open field, and where the unpierced shade 
Imbrown’d the noon-tide bowers : thus was 
this place 
A happy rural seat of various view;— 
Groves whose rich trees wept odorous gums 
and balm, 
Others whose fruit, burnish’d with golden 
rind, 
Hung amiable, Hesperian fables true. 
If true, here only, and of delicious taste : 
