A voice of weeping heard and loud lament;
From haunted spring, and dale
Edged with poplar pale, 185
The parting [Genius] is with sighing sent;
With flower-inwoven tresses torn
The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
XXI.
In consecrated earth,
And on the holy hearth, 190
[The Lars and Lemures] moan with midnight plaint;