All telling mournfully the solemn truth.
Enough, enough: turn to a calmer day.
Here, once, on issuing from the wood,
The gentle Albert[26] stay’d and view’d. * * *
The grandeur of the sight drew forth
A plaudit of most precious worth
(For never did he more pass by that way).
Turn’d ’round, he saw that midway pile,[27] wherein
In safety dwells the black-wing’d fowl,
While foxes ’neath them nightly prowl: