The day is come when I again reposeHere, under this dark sycamore, and viewThese plots of cottage-ground, these orchard tufts,Which at this season, with their unripe fruits,Among the woods and copses lose themselves,
1798, [William Wordsworth], “Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey”, in Lyrical Ballads, with a Few Other Poems, London: […] J[ohn] & A[rthur] Arch, […], page 202