Extends his careless limbs along the front
Of some huge cave, whose rocky ceiling casts
A twilight of its own,[U] an ample shade,
Where the wren warbles, while the dreaming man,
Half conscious of the soothing melody,
With side-long eye looks out upon the scene,[V]
By power of that impending covert, thrown,
To finer distance. Mine was at that hour
Far other lot, yet with good hope that soon
Under a shade as grateful I should find