And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.

And join with thee, calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.

Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!

Forget thyself to marble.

I now leave that bed which has afforded me little rest, and eagerly seek repose in the quiet enjoyments of rural life.

A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.

Leaves of brown they fall to the ground. And it's here, over there leaves around. Shut the door, dim the lights and relax. What is more, your desire or the fac…