And thus the genial dew, which falls in spring,
Sheds tears of gladness on each plant around:
And every lively bird doth tuneful sing,
Inspired with joy, like Bragur, when he found
His darling wife once more in his embraces bound.
CANTO XV.
THE VANER.[55]
Ere in days of yore the lofty Asar
Schemes of conquest to devise began,