The ev’ning breezes still more faintly play.
VII.
Amid this beauteous, soft, and flow’ry scene,
On a high bank, all listless, I reclin’d;
Whose shelving sides were crown’d with lively green,
By tufted trees and bord’ring flow’rs confin’d.
VIII.
Here, while the landscape faded on my sight,
Wild Fancy’s eye still brighter scenes supply’d;
I view’d not the last track of parting light,