Here didst thou dwell, here schemes of pleasure plan,

Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow:

But now, as if a thing unblest by Man,[bd]

Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as Thou!

Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow

To Halls deserted, portals gaping wide:

Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom, how

Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied;[be]

Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide!