Whiles carried o’er the iron road, + 

We hurry by some fair abode; + 

The garden bright amidst the hay, + 

The yellow wain upon the way, + 

The dining men, the wind that sweeps + 

Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps⁠— + 

The gable grey, the hoary roof, + 

Here now⁠—and now so far aloof. + 

How sorely then we long to stay + 

And midst its sweetness wear the day, + 

And ’neath its changing shadows sit, + 

And feel ourselves a part of it. + 

Such rest, such stay, I strove to win + 

With these same leaves that lie herein. + 