Down a rocky mountain, buried now and lost
In silent pools, now in strong eddies chained;[584]
But never to be charmed to gentleness:
Its best attainment fits of such repose
As timid eyes might shrink from fathoming.[585][HW]
"A sudden illness seized her in the strength
Of life's autumnal season.—Shall I tell
How on her bed of death the Matron lay,
To Providence submissive, so she thought;
But fretted, vexed, and wrought upon, almost