O What Harper Could Worthily Harp It, Mine Edward! This Wide-Stretching Wold (Look Out Wold) With Its Wonderful Carpet Of Emerald, Purple, And Gold! Look Well At It - Also Look Sharp, It Is Getting So Cold. The Purple Is Heather (Erica); The Yellow, Gorse - Call'D Sometimes "Whin." Cruel Boys On Its Prickles Might Spike A Green Beetle As If On A Pin. You May Roll In It, If You Would Like A Few Holes In Your Skin. You Wouldn't? Then Think Of How Kind You Should Be To The Insects Who Crave Your Compassion - And Then, Look Behind You At You Barley-Ears! Don't They Look Brave As They Undulate - (Undulate, Mind You, From Unda, A Wave). The Noise Of Those Sheep-Bells, How Faint It Sounds Here - (On Account Of Our Height)! And This Hillock Itself - Who Could Paint It, With Its Changes Of Shadow And Light? Is It Not - (Never, Eddy, Say "Ain'T It") - A Marvellous Sight? Then Yon Desolate Eerie Morasses, The Haunts Of The Snipe And The Hern - (I Shall Question The Two Upper Classes On Aquatiles, When We Return) - Why, I See On Them Absolute Masses Of Filix Or Fern. How It Interests E'En A Beginner (Or Tiro) Like Dear Little Ned! Is He Listening? As I Am A Sinner He's Asleep - He Is Wagging His Head. Wake Up! I'll Go Home To My Dinner, And You To Your Bed. The Boundless Ineffable Prairie; The Splendour Of Mountain And Lake With Their Hues That Seem Ever To Vary; The Mighty Pine-Forests Which Shake In The Wind, And In Which The Unwary May Tread On A Snake; And This Wold With Its Heathery Garment - Are Themes Undeniably Great. But - Although There Is Not Any Harm In'T - It's Perhaps Little Good To Dilate On Their Charms To A Dull Little Varmint Of Seven Or Eight.