Whence the bare road[429] descended rapidly
To the green meadows of another vale.[GD]
Here did our pensive Host put forth his hand
In sign of farewell. "Nay," the old Man said,
"The fragrant air its coolness still retains;
The herds and flocks are yet abroad to crop
The dewy grass; you cannot leave us now,
We must not part at this inviting hour."
He yielded,[430] though reluctant; for his mind