• Your love in a cottage is hungry,
    Your vine is a nest for flies-
    Your milkmaid shocks the Graces,
    And simplicity talks of pies!
    You lie down to your shady slumber
    And wake with a bug in your ear,
    And your damsel that walks in the morning
    Is shod like a mountaineer.

    Nathaniel Parker Willis (1850). “Sacred Poems”, p.257