Welcome folded arms and fixèd eyes,

A sigh that piercing mortifies,

A look that’s fastened to the ground,

A tongue chain’d up without a sound!

Fountain heads and pathless groves,

Places which pale passion loves!

Moonlight walks, when all the fowls

Are warmly hous’d save bats and owls!

A midnight bell, a parting groan,

These are the sounds we feed upon;