Chapter XIII

Why changed the sound? ah why! no more
Did rapture wake th’ inspiring measure?
Why jar’d despair the accents o’er,
Dark’ning each scene of vanish’d pleasure?

XIV

Wild shrieks the blast of heaven, round
The grave, where all her beauties wither;
The Yew-tree moans in solemn sound,
When gently stirs the ambient æther.