Thy shades, thy silence, now be mine
Thy charms my only theme; 10
Why haunt the hollow cliff whose Pine
Waves o’er the gloomy stream;
Whence the scared Owl on pinions grey
Breaks from the rustling boughs,
And down the lone vale sails away 15
To more profound repose!
[401] See his Ode V., Against Suspicion, stanza viii.—Ed.
[402] See his poem, Retirement, 1758.—Ed.