John Kenyon - Racine And Shakespeare lyrics

As one too long immured in courtly bower, Such as Le Nôtre shaped, high-wrought and trim, And of the world admired, though less by him Whose soul hath felt the charm of Nature's power; If chance some sunny glade, freshened with shower, Arrest his step; sudden—eyes, heart, and limb, Feel the delight, and pleasant thoughts up-brim At sight of natural herb or forest flower, Or wild brook in its freedom wandering Thus, mine own Shakspeare, sweet it is to me 'Mid Arden's woods, with wild deer communing, Or arm in arm with Jaquez, far to flee My late imprisonment, ill-brooked, within The stately garden-ground of smooth Racine.