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Of waters, brooks, of birds and fowls,That gave a clamorous sound:
Whose banks were all embroideredWith flowers of variant hue,Some red, some green, and some againRed, yellow, and some blue.
And there besides, clear rivers fromSo lively fountains ran,Where then upon the cold fresh herbsThe sun to shine began.
There also was a shadow thickOf trees both high and fair,Out of the which there did come outA sweet and breathing air.
And after, when the winter tideDoes make the season cold,Yet there the sun so does his flamesMost temperately unfold;
And so does make the place and ground,And meats, almost lew-warm,That there an idleness all slow,Does simple hearts encharm.—