The Lovers took within this ancient grove
Their last embrace; beside those crystal springs[730]
The Hermit saw the Angel spread his wings
For instant flight; the Sage in yon alcove[731]
Sate musing; on that hill the Bard would rove, 5
Not mute, where now the linnet only sings:
Thus every where to truth Tradition clings,[732]
Or Fancy localises Powers we love.
Were only History[733] licensed to take note
Of things gone by, her meagre monuments 10
Would ill suffice for persons and events:
There is an ampler page for man to quote,
A readier book of manifold contents,
Studied alike in palace and in cot.
FOOTNOTES:
[730] 1835.
There fell the Hero in this ancient grove
The lovers pledged their faith beside these springs.
MS.
[731] 1835.
... this alcove
MS.
[732] 1835.
Thus to the truth Tradition fondly clings