And knights and dames, and dwarfs portray’d,[[68]]
And bright arms gleaming down the glade;
Drew Magic, muttering powerful spell;
And Witchcraft with demoniac yell.
Hark! the last trunk that axe assails;
See! the plough tears the writhing vales;
Stop, thoughtless clown! nor dare to bring
Destruction on that Fairy-Ring,
Imprinted deep with stainless green,
And lasting beauty, seldom seen.