XIII.
Till the pleasure grown too strong Left me muter evermore, And, the winding road being long, I walked out of sight, before, And so, wrapt in musings fond, Issued (past the wayside pond) On the meadow-lands beyond.
Till the pleasure grown too strong Left me muter evermore, And, the winding road being long, I walked out of sight, before, And so, wrapt in musings fond, Issued (past the wayside pond) On the meadow-lands beyond.