I Knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled
  Above the green elms, that a cottage was near,
And I said, “If there ’s peace to be found in the world,
  A heart that is humble might hope for it here!”

It was noon, and on flowers that languished around...

  LIGHT-WINGED Smoke! Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight;
Lark without song, and messenger of dawn
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;...