Hears Druid’s groan and Dryad’s shriek
Oft through the moonlight stillness break,
Yon prison’d cliffs[[92]] their griefs repeat,
Dove howling hoarsely at their feet?
Region!—I lov’d thee at my heart—
Farewell!—for ever now we part.
Forest farewell!—delighted Time
Thee would have spar’d in endless prime;
Me, as he shakes my ebbing sands,
While MORTAL LIFE her roll expands,