Wander the courtly train along
Their thought-dispelling way.
Ah splendid room! Ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, walks belov’d in vain,
Where oft in happier times I stray’d,
A stranger then to pain:
I feel the gales, which from you blow
A momentary bliss bestow,
As waving fresh their gladsome wing,
They seem to sooth my famish’d soul