CHAPTER VII

Was nought around but images of rest, Sleep-soothing groves and quiet lawns between, And flowery beds that slumbrous influence kept, From poppies breath’d, and banks of pleasant green, Where never yet was creeping creature seen. Meantime unnumbered glittering streamlets play’d, And hurled everywhere their water’s sheen, That, as they bicker’d through the sunny glade, Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. THOMSON When Emily, in the morning, opened her casement, she was surprise…