No More Learning

Under a tuft of shade that on a green
Stood whispering soft, by a fresh fountain side, They sat them down ; and, after no more toil Of their sweet gardening labor than suffice
To recommend cool Zephyr, and make ease
More easy, wholesome thirst and           — More grateful, to their supper fruits they fell Nectarine fruits, which the compliant boughs Yielded them, sidelong as they sat reclined
On the soft downy bank damasked with flowers.