That half-hid mansion, with its wide domain, }
Unbound and unsubdued!—but sighs are vain; }
It is the rage of Taste—the rule and compass reign. }
As thus my spleen upon the view I fed, 140
A man approach’d me, by his grandchild led—
A blind old man, and she a fair young maid,
Listening in love to what her grandsire said.
And thus with gentle voice he spoke—
“Come lead me, lassie, to the shade,
Where willows grow beside the brook;