Echo herself, that ever lent an ear
To any piteous moan,
Wont to groan with them that groan,
30Echo herself was speechless here.
Thrice did I sigh, thrice miserably cry,
Ai me! the Nymph, ai me! would not reply,
Or churlish, or she was asleep for company.
III.
There did I sit and sadly call to mind
Far and near, all I could find