As I look over this sacred orchard,
Skylarks sing and fruits ripen.
Over majestic greenery apples are uncorrupted,
As there is great peace and enlightenment in solitude.
There is no serpent to poison the sweet fruits of my labour.
For this is Eden, this is England
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Repetition of "this is" is very effective in the final line. It seems like a corner of eighteenth century England, unspoiled by the industrial and technological revolutions. Great stuff
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