The poem walks through a single day in a quiet, wooded place. Morning brings birdsong, noon brings a small blue brook rippling along, evening brings calm, and night brings dreams that the speaker simply watches. Every one of these lines ends in an exclamation mark, so the speaker sounds almost eager to list the pleasures, as if counting blessings.
Then the tone shifts. The last two lines ask questions: "Am I really in a hell?" and "Or is the source resting in the heart?" The question about hell comes out of nowhere, and the poem never says why the speaker would think it. Judging by the text, the speaker may be fighting a private unease that the beautiful surroundings can't fully remove. The second question hints at an answer: peace may not come from the place at all, but from a "source" inside the heart. The mood is gentle and calm on the surface, with a quiet, searching uncertainty underneath.