XXVIII.

To horse! to horse! he quits, for ever quits[53] A scene of peace, though soothing to his soul:[bl] Again he rouses from his moping fits, But seeks not now the harlot and the bowl.[bm] Onward he flies, nor fixed as yet the goal Where he shall rest him on his pilgrimage; And o'er him many changing scenes must roll Ere toil his thirst for travel can assuage,[bn] Or he shall calm his breast, or learn experience sage.