That shade e’en now her love, and witnessed first her vows.
IV.
Now labyrinths, which but themselves can pierce,
Methinks, conduct them to some pleasant ground,
Where welcome hills shut out the universe,
And pines their lawny walk encompass round;
There, if a pause delicious converse found,
’Twas but when o’er each heart the idea stole,
(Perchance a while in joy’s oblivion drowned)
That come what may, while life’s glad pulses roll,