While the deep peal’s commanding tone
Should wake, in yonder islet lone,
A sainted hermit from his cell,
To drop a bead[43] with every knell—
And bugle, lute, and bell, and all,
Should each bewilder’d stranger call
To friendly feast, and lighted hall.
XVI.
“Blithe were it then to wander here!
But now,—beshrew yon nimble deer,—