And, but at last, triumphantly expir’d:
V.
And wide around me wound the fertile vale[2],
Fit theme and subject of the poet’s song;
Whose num’rous beauties load the passing gale,
Whose breath repeats them, as it glides along.
VI.
Bright Phœbus sunk, dim twilight now succeeds,
Still gleaming dubious with uncertain ray,
While tremblingly among the vocal reeds