Sinopsis

IGNOTO on a grassy hill Meets with a PILGRIM grey, Who from a poet's meedless life To ween him doth essay. High in the east the sun of July shone, Upland and valley steaming with the heat: On a hill's grassy side I lay alone, O'ercanopied by elms, while at my feet Well'd ever forth a brooklet, noisy, fleet, That from a fissure in the hill did play, And joy'd from its dark deep the light to greet; Dancing and laughing all its merry