The Dinner in the Fields

How pleasant when athirst in burning days

To kneel adown where clear the fountain strays

Over its bed of pebbles—oer the brink

& just where bubbles blubber up to drink

How cooling by the parched lips it runs

While some thick willow shadows out the sun

& how delicious is the taste—een wine

 Can[t] relish better where the wealthy dine

Then sweet spring water to the thirsty swain

Who sits & eats his dinner on the plain

& visits with a relish dear to toil

The shaded spring where clear the waters boil

An ancient luxury where the humble dwell

Which Jacob craved from Rachel at the well

Pet MS A54 p376