VI.

Such is the refuge of our youth and age-- The first from Hope, the last from Vacancy;[385] And this wan feeling peoples many a page--[lg] And, may be, that which grows beneath mine eye:[lh] Yet there are things whose strong reality Outshines our fairy-land; in shape and hues[li] More beautiful than our fantastic sky, And the strange constellations which the Muse O'er her wild universe is skilful to diffuse: