But saddens more by night as well as day,
Than an enormous room without a soul[288]
To break the lifeless splendour of the whole.
LVII.
Two or three seem so little, one seems nothing:
In deserts, forests, crowds, or by the shore,
There Solitude, we know, has her full growth in
The spots which were her realms for evermore;
But in a mighty hall or gallery, both in
More modern buildings and those built of yore,