For a Vauxhall tune in a musical box;
And as for the birds in the thicket,
Thrush or ousel in leafy niche,
The linnet or finch, she was far too rich
To care for a Morning Concert, to which
She was welcome without any ticket.
CCLXXVIII.
Gold, still gold, her standard of old,
All pastoral joys were tried by gold,
Or by fancies golden and crural—