’Tis not with words that they their wishes tell,
But with a language answering quite as well;
And thus they find, when they begin t’explore
Their way by speech, they knew it all before.
And now it chanced again the pair, when dark,
Met in their way, when wandering in the park;
Not in the common path, for so they might,
Without a wonder, wander day or night; 280
But, when in pathless ways their chance will bring
A musing pair, we do admire the thing.