Good is an Orchard, the Saint saith, br To meditate on life and death, br With a cool well, a hive of bees, br A hermit's grot below the trees. br br Good is an Orchard: very good, br Though one should wear no monkish hood. br Right good, when Spring awakes her flute, br And good in yellowing time of fruit. br br Very good in the grass to lie br And see the network 'gainst the sky, br A living lace of blue and green, br And boughs that let the gold between. br br The bees are types of souls that dwell br With honey in a quiet cell; br The ripe fruit figures goldenly br The soul's perfection in God's eye. br br Prayer and praise in a country home, br Honey and fruit: a man might come, br Fed on such meats, to walk abroad, br And in his Orchard talk with God.