While on high God’s sun was bright?—
(For after day must come the night).—
Ay! canst thou answer my request,
And give my longing temples rest? * * *
Alas! I fear, O Destiny,
The all unknown futurity
Never will again impart,
By that beauteous river Dart,
Or there upon those mossy rocks,
Where, where the cawing raven flocks,