Fields were overspread with flowers, Fairest choice of Flora's treasure: Shepherds there had shady bowers, Where they oft reposed with pleasure. Meadows flourished fresh and gay 5 where the wanton Herds did play. Springs more clear than crystal streams, Seated were the groves among: Thus not Titan's scorching beams, Nor earth's drouth could shepherds wrong. 10 Fair Pomona's fruitfull pride did the budding branches hide. Flocks of sheep fed on the plains, Harmless sheep that roamed at large; Here and there sat pensive swains 15 Waiting on their wandering charge. Pensive while their Lasses smiled, Lasses which had them beguiled. Hills with trees were richly dight, Valleys stored with Vesta's wealth; 20 Both did harbor sweet delight, Nought was there to hinder health. Thus did heaven grace the soil Not deformed with workmen's toil. Purest plot of earthly mold, 25 Might that land be justly named: Art by Nature was controlled, Art which no such pleasures framed. Fairer place was never seen: Fittest place for Beauty's Queen. 30