Winding 'twixt matted hedges dimmed with dust, Yet starred with bramble-blooms and blushing bells Of almond-scented bindweed, fluttered o'er By aimless butterflies.—High in mid-air The larks are worshipping; from cottage roofs And half-drest children, flusht from recent sleep Hang at new-opened doors, and mother-birds 111 BOOK II. CANTO III. AND he is gone with eager heart and arm To be, to do, to win him name and fame Or so at least he deems, which at the start Will serve as well as the reality To give him heart and strength :- and come what may Freedom complete is gained, and change of scene, And scope to exercise and to improve The gift he feels he owns. Not so with her ; Lone dove unmated, her ungenial part |