6 THE GARDEN. 
I’d Jacob’s Ladder, Aaron’s Rod, 
And the Peacock-Gentianella; 
I had Asters, more than I can tell. 
And Lupins blue and yellow. 
I set a grain of Indian Corn, 
One day in an idle humour, 
And the grain sprung up six feet or more, 
My glory for a summer. 
I found far off in the pleasant fields, 
More flowers than I can mention ; 
I found the English Asphodel, 
And the spring and autumn Gentian. 
I found the Orchis, fly and bee, 
And the Cistus of the mountain; 
And the Money-wort, and the Adder’s tongue. 
Besides an old wood fountain. 
I found within another wood, 
The rare Pyrola blowing: v 
For wherever there was a curious flower 
I was sure to find it growing. 
I set them in my garden beds, 
Those beds I loved so dearly, 
Where I laboured after set of sun, 
And in summer mornings early. 
