On reading her "Lines to a Friend, who spent some days at a country inn, in order to be near the writer."
IN NO. 386, OF THE MIRROR.
(For the Mirror.)
"My noble friend! was this a place for thee? No fitting place"
"No fitting place" to meet thy "noble friend,"
Where "heart with heart" and "mind with mind" might blend?
"No fitting place?" now, lady, dost thou wrong
The magic might that appertains to song,
And humbly I refute thee—though it seem
Uncourtly bold; for at Castalian stream