Of sylvan drinks and foods, simple and sweet,
And goats with struggling horns and planted feet."
The opening of the poem, beginning—
"The sun is up, and 'tis a morn of May
Round old Ravenna's clear-shown towers and bay,"—
all life, elasticity, and sunshine;—and the melancholy ending—
"The days were then at close of autumn—still,
A little rainy, and toward nightfall chill:
There was a fitful moaning all abroad;
And ever and anon over the road,