That opened from the enclosure of green fields
Into the rough uncultivated ground,[CG]
Behold the Man whom he had fancied dead!
I knew from his deportment, mien, and dress,[166]
That it could be no other; a pale face,
A meagre person, tall, and in a garb[167]
Not rustic—dull and faded like himself!
He saw us not, though distant but few steps;
For he was busy, dealing, from a store
Upon a broad leaf carried, choicest strings