• Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
    Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
    With brightest sunshine round me spread
    Of spring's unclouded weather,
    In this sequestered nook how sweet
    To sit upon my orchard-seat!
    And birds and flowers once more to greet,
    My last year's friends together.

    William Wordsworth (2008). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, In: 1801-1805”, p.124, Cosimo, Inc.