And walked within the Place below,
But the green Wood conceal’d the pair
From me, who walking felt the Glow
Of all the Vanity and pride
That push’d the intruding World aside.
And now, while thus enwrap’d and fed
With thoughts that self indulgence bred,
I heard a Shriek so long and loud
That prov’d the Shriekers were not proud, 60
But would accept the meanest Aid