Ralph Waldo Emerson - The Garden lyrics

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.