Deciding of the Picnic Spot

Let’s go there, her way… Her village and she thrive. For I see, my tall friend Summers warmer, Land more lush Sky more blue Men more humble more gentle Women more simple higher in grace Olds own there more wisdom Youth there are younger. There’s water so snowy there’re pastures—so unbound. There fall the falls so high There’re the woods so dense. And there’s air so pure, Fragrant, and so fluent!