LII.

Thus Harold inly said, and passed along, Yet not insensible to all which here Awoke the jocund birds to early song In glens which might have made even exile dear: Though on his brow were graven lines austere, And tranquil sternness, which had ta'en the place Of feelings fierier far but less severe-- Joy was not always absent from his face, But o'er it in such scenes would steal with transient trace.