Through the thicket,
Turning to the left,
Here!
WANDERER.
Ye Muses and ye Graces!
WOMAN.
This, then, is my cottage.
WANDERER.
'Tis a ruin'd temple! *
WOMAN.
Just below it, see,
Springs the fountain
Whence I drink.
Through the thicket,
Turning to the left,
Here!
Ye Muses and ye Graces!
This, then, is my cottage.
'Tis a ruin'd temple! *
Just below it, see,
Springs the fountain
Whence I drink.