First of his tribe, to this dark dell[FG]—who first
In this pellucid Current slaked his thirst?
What hopes came with him? what designs were spread
Along his path? His unprotected bed
What dreams encompassed? Was the intruder nursed
In hideous usages, and rites accursed,
That thinned the living and disturbed the dead?
No voice replies;—both air and earth are mute;[439]
And Thou, blue Streamlet, murmuring yield'st no more
Than a soft record, that, whatever fruit