I wander’d, lonely…

I wander’d, lonely as a weed
In cultivated ground
When I beheld – was bless’d indeed!
By something most profound!

A field of emerald cabbages
Each rooted to the soil,
Aloof from all life’s ravages
Produced by human toil.

Sturdy, round, as strong as trees
All standing there in rows
Impervious to frost or breeze,
Each cabbage boldly grows!

When I’m bored, or plain annoyed,
Assailed by modern savages,
My mind drifts back, my heart is buoyed
By thinking of those cabbages.