Of wondering hearers told the Temple’s tale,
Surprised each saw the other’s figure change
And sprout with sudden verdure: and, as round
Their forms the rapid foliage spread, while yet
They could, one mutual fond “Farewell” they took,
One kiss, and o’er their faces closed the bark,
And both in trees were hidden! Still the boughs
That interlacing link the neighbour trunks
Tyana’s peasant loves to show:—the tale
Her gravest elders—men not like to lie,