Steals upon his ravished ears—
While this sad plaint the mourner sang
Mocking music of the spheres.
—‘Once I was a Vine well guarded,
Taught by tending Love to grow:
Now I lack that fost’ring nurture...
Why—I scarce dare ask to know.’
Then shone out the Royal goodness...
Tears of pity dimm’d his eye:
—‘Quick of the other side inform me,