Of less exalted consciousness, through which
The very multitude are free to range,
We safely may affirm that human life
Is either fair and[464] tempting, a soft scene
Grateful to sight, refreshing to the soul,
Or a forbidden[465] tract of cheerless view;
Even as the same is looked at, or approached.
Thus, when in changeful April fields are white
With new-fallen snow, if from the sullen north
Your walk conduct you hither, ere the sun