ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. 
443 
IV. 
Such a charm was right Canidian, 
Though you meet it with a jeer ! 
If I said it long enough 
Then the rain hummed dimly orf, 
And the thrush, with his pure Lydian, 
Was left only to the ear; 
v. 
And the sun and I together 
Went a-rushing out of doors: 
We oui tender spirits drew 
Over hill and dale in view, 
Glimmering hither, glimmering thither, 
In the footsteps of the showers. 
VI. 
Underneath the chestnuts dripping, 
Through the grasses wet and fair, 
Straight I sought my garden-ground, 
With the laurel on the mound, 
And the pear-tree oversweeping 
A side shadow of green air. 
VII. 
In the garden, lay supinely 
A huge giant, wrought of spade I 
Arms and legs were stretched at length 
In a passive giant strength,— 
And the meadow-turf, cut finely, 
Round them laid and interlaid. 
