Classic Poem

I close my eyes to hold a better sight,
And all my mind is opened on a scene
Of oaks with leaves of amber in the green,
A mist of blue beneath them: to the right
A long cape fades beyond the azurite
Of one calm bay to which the pastures lean.
The rounded fields are warm, and in between
The yellow gorse is glaring stiff and bright.
It matters little what distraction drives,
Clouds through my mind and breaks the outer day.
For all I know that distant water strives
Against the land. I have it all my way:
Through budding oaks a steadfast sun survives:
Peace on the fading cape, the waveless bay.