For the meek Sufferer.[95] Why then should we read
The forms of things with an unworthy eye?[96]
She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
I well remember that those very plumes,
Those weeds, and the high spear-grass on that wall,
By mist and silent rain-drops silvered o'er,
As once I passed, into my heart conveyed[97]
So still an image of tranquillity,[BI]
So calm and still, and looked so beautiful
Amid the uneasy thoughts which filled my mind,