O'er paths they used to deck:[81] carnations, once
Prized for surpassing beauty, and no less
For the peculiar pains they had required,
Declined their languid heads, wanting support.[82]
The cumbrous bind-weed,[BF] with its wreaths and bells,
Had twined about her two small rows of peas,
And dragged them to the earth.
"Ere this an hour
Was wasted.—Back I turned my restless steps;
[83]A stranger passed; and, guessing whom I sought,