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| A NAKED house, a naked moor, | |
| A shivering pool before the door, | |
| A garden bare of flowers and fruit, | |
| And poplars at the garden foot; | |
| Such is the place that I live in, | 5 |
| Bleak without and bare within. | |
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| Yet shall your ragged moors receive | |
| The incomparable pomp of eve, | |
| And the cold glories of the dawn | |
| Behind your shivering trees be drawn; | 10 |
| And when the wind from place to place | |
| Doth the unmoored cloud galleons chase, | |
| Your garden blooms and gleams again | |
| With leaping sun and glancing rain; | |
| Here shall the wizard moon ascend | 15 |
| The heavens, in the crimson end | |
| Of day’s declining splendor; here, | |
| The army of the stars appear. | |
| The neighbor hollows, dry or wet, | |
| Spring shall with tender flowers beset; | 20 |
| And oft the morning muser see | |
| Larks rising from the broomy lea, | |
| And every fairy wheel and thread | |
| Of cobweb dew dediamonded. | |
| When daisies go, shall winter time | 25 |
| Silver the simple grass with rime; | |
| Autumnal frosts enchant the pool | |
| And make the cart ruts beautiful. | |
| And when snow bright the moor expands, | |
| How shall your children clap their hands! | 30 |
| To make this earth our heritage, | |
| A cheerful and a changeful page, | |
| God’s intricate and bright device | |
| Of days and seasons doth suffice. | |
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