Analysis of To one who has been long in city pent

     To one who has been long in city pent,
         'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
         And open face of heaven,--to breathe a prayer
     Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
     Who is more happy, when, with heart's content,
         Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair
         Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair
     And gentle tale of love and languishment?
     Returning home at evening, with an ear
         Catching the notes of Philomel,--an eye
     Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career,
         He mourns that day so soon has glided by:
     E'en like the passage of an angel's tear
         That falls through the clear ether silently.