And ere th’ appointed day returns?”
With falt’ring voice Columbo cry’d,
“From thee no more my heart I hide—
Scarce from this peaceful grove I past
When sudden clouds the skies o’ercast;
I saw the storm, for shelter sought,
A single tree that shelter brought,
Thin leav’d, and pervious to the show’r,
I felt the rig’rous season’s power.
The cloud dissolv’d, benumb’d with cold,