And stray’d in fairy land, where much we long’d to stray. }
Here he abides not; could not surely fix
In this dull place, with these dull souls to mix;
He finds his place where lively spirits meet,
And loftier souls from baser kind retreat.
First, of my early Friend I gave the name,
Well known to me, and, as I judged, to Fame;
My grave informer doubted, then replied,
“That Lad!—why, yes!—some ten years since he died.”
P. Died! and unknown! the man I loved so well! 60