Appropriate verses on an Elegant Landscape

The fields were upholstered with poppies so red, And black as my hat was each rook; And the hedges were bordered, like quilts on a bed, With the bombazine braid of the brook.

And I thought to myself, with an auctioneer's smirk. As I gazed on the freehold so rare: 'O Lord, if on Earth these chaste shows are they work. Of what is the Kingdom up there?'