Many Things The Garden Shows, And Pleased I Stray From Tree To Tree Watching The White Pear-Bloom, Bee-Infested Quince Or Plum. I Could Walk Days, Years, Away Till The Slow Ripening, Secular Tree Had Reached Its Fruiting-Time, Nor Think It Long. Solar Insect On The Wing In The Garden Murmuring, Soothing With Thy Summer Horn Swains By Winter Pinched And Worn.