Appropriate Verses on an Elegant Landscape


The fields were upholstered with poppies so red, 
  And black as my hat was each rook;
And the hedges were bordered, like quilts on a bed, 
  With the bombazine braid of the brook.

And I thought to myself, with an auctioneer's smirk. 
  As I gazed on the freehold so rare:
'O Lord, if on Earth these chaste shows are thy work. 
  Of what is the Kingdom up there?'