The Garden of Ede Both field and flood throughout the day Were gleaming with the sun, And yet in hues of morning night The garden had begun.

All hours a tender fragrance rose And swept across the ways, With perfumed winds to catch a heart, And linger through the days.

The trees, they swing their golden balls, A falling of the bloom; A moment hangs, then breaks a sound, And softly fills the gloom.

The brook runs bright between the stones, A music of its own; And still you find me here, at ease, In beauty’s lovely throne.

So let me wander through the woods, Or to the banks of foam; For all my heart I find you here In Nature’s wondrous home.

• Alfred Lord Tennyson