Between the cliff-rise and the beach br A slip of emerald I own; br With fig and olive, almond, peach, br cherry and plum-tree overgrown; br Glad-watered by a crystal spring br That carols through the silver night, br And populous with birds who sing br Gay madrigals for my delight. br br Some merchants fain would buy my land br To build a stately pleasure dome. br Poor fools! they cannot understand br how pricelessly it is my home! br So luminous with living wings, br So musical with feathered joy . . . br Not for all pleasure fortune brings, br Would I such ecstasy destroy. br br A thousand birds are in my grove, br Melodious from morn to night; br My fruit trees are their treasure trove, br Their happiness is my delight. br And through the sweet and shining days br They know their lover and their friend; br So I will shield in peace and praise br My innocents unto the end.