And then he turned around anew,
And bade the lovely spot adieu,
Expressing pleasure at the glorious scene.[28]
(But he, alas! was in the harvest field
Too soon;[29] but God, who gave, received:
Though it was hard for her who grieved—
And never did one grieve more keen
Than she, fair Albion’s widow’d Queen,—
Taught the most earthly treasure thus to yield.)
The sun shone forth, and graced with golden strokes