The Shepherd ceas’d to speak, for He
Leant on his maple staff, subdu’d;
While pity touch’d the company,
And all, poor Trim with sorrow view’d:
Nine days, upon a willow bed
Old Trim was doom’d to lay his head,
Oppress’d and sever’d from his master’s door,
Enough to make him MAD—were he not so before!
XVII.
But not forsaken yet, was he,