I dream of uplands, where the primrose shines And waves her yellow lamps above the lea; Of tangled copses, swung with trailing vines; Of open vistas, skirted with tall pines, Where green fields wait for me.
It was a very grey day; a most opaque sky, " onding on snaw, " canopied all; thence flakes felt it intervals, which settled on the hard path and on the hoary lea without melting.
All the valley at my right hand was full of pasture-fields, and cornfields, and wood; and a glittering stream ran zig-zag through the varied shades of green, the mellowing grain, the sombre woodland, the clear and sunny lea.