I Read Therefore I Am discussion

Happy were he could finish forth his fate
In some unhaunted desert, most obscure
From all societies, from love and hate
Of worldly folk; then might he sleep secure;
Then wake again, and give God ever praise,
Content with hips and haws and bramble-berry;
In contemplation spending all his days,
And change of holy thoughts to make him merry;
Where, when he dies, his tomb may be a bush,
Where harmless robin dwells with gentle thrush.

Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex


Here is the poem set to music by Benjamin Britten - isn't it lovely?

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uLPMeCt_JKw

Beautifully melancholy :0)

what is the meter of this poem and how to scan it ??and please help me to get it's explaining and analysis