Pleasant it is to lie amid the grass br Under these shady locusts, half the day, br Watching the ships reflected on the Bay, br Topmast and shroud, as in a wizard's glass; br To note the swift and meagre swallow pass, br Brushing the dewdrops from the lilac spray; br Or else to sit and while the noon away br With some old love-tale; or to muse, alas! br On Dante in his exile, sorrow-worn; br On Milton, blind, with inward-seeing eyes br That made their own deep midnight and rich morn; br To think that now, beneath Italian skies, br In such clear air as this, by Tiber's wave, br Daisies are trembling over Keats's grave.