Thus wrapp’d in mournful thoughts, I paced along
That vast and silent precinct, as behind
Roves some unbodied shade the tombs among;
The ties me yet to this low earth that bind
I felt to loosen, and the soul set free
Launch’d itself forth, ev’n into endless space,
Leaving behind it ages.—Couldst thou see
What is this wretched life, compared its trace
With that immensity, most surely, friend,
In thine eyes would remain congeal’d those tears,