The hills in circular tiers in brooding
Blue heave in space to peak in poised calm 
Sowing vale after vale while uprising
And woods and rills and falls in sequel spawn.
Sometimes, a nimbus in acme of joy
Blots out a peak ftom its dark-burdened bank. 
Sometimes, thin wisps of fleecy white sail by 
Teasing the top in a sport of squatting prank 
While the air cools as our wheeled ascent up
The bracing gradient gifts our eyes with glens 
Of verdant vesture sprawling on which sup 
Diverse species far ftom the foot that shuns - 
Still the hand of man the heights has drugged 
With stimulant shrubs for his pep to be brewed.