Such Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd’s ear.
Where were ye, [Nymphs], when the remorseless deep 50
Closed o’er the head of your loved Lycidas?
For neither were ye playing [on the steep]
[Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie],
[Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high,]
Nor yet [where Deva spreads her wizard stream]. 55
“Had ye been there,” ... for what could that have done?
What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore,