Explore their flight; me, near the cool cascade 370
Reclin’d, or sauntring in the lofty grove,
No needless slight occasion should engage
To pant and sweat beneath the fiery noon.
Now the fresh morn alone and mellow eve
To shady walks and active rural sports 375
Invite. But, while the chilling dews descend,
May nothing tempt you to the cold embrace
Of humid skies: Tho’ ’tis no vulgar joy
To trace the horrors of the solemn wood,