Despoil, and doom the vernal buds to death;
Here fancy droops, while sullen clouds, and storm,
The generous temper of the soul deform:
Then, if among the wandering naval train,
One stripling, exiled from th’ Aonian plain,
Had e’er, entranced in Fancy’s soothing dream,
Approached to taste the sweet Castalian stream;
(Since those salubrious streams, with power divine,
To purer sense the softened soul refine)
Sure he, amid unsocial mates immured,