As late I rambled in the happy fields, br What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew br From his lush clover covert;—when anew br Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields; br I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, br A fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw br Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew br As is the wand that Queen Titania wields. br And, as I feasted on its fragrancy, br I thought the garden-rose it far excelled; br But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me, br My sense with their deliciousness was spelled: br Soft voices had they, that with tender plea br Whispered of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquelled.