"He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve He hath a cushion plump: 520 It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak stump. 66 The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk, The planks looked warped! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! 530 I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were "Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, 535 540 66 Laughed loud and long, and all the while Ha ha!' quoth he, full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.' "And now, all in my own countree, 570 I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow. 575 Say quick,' quoth he, I bid thee say— What manner of man art thou?' "O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been So lonely 'twas, that God himself Old men, and babes, and loving friends, 600 605 610 615 620 Is gone; and now the Wedding-Guest He went like one that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man 625 BYRON. [MODERN GREECE.] CHILDE HAROLD, CANTO II. LXXXV. AND yet how lovely in thine age of woe, LXXXVI. Save where some solitary column mourns LXXXVII. "Alas!" Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild: 5 ΙΟ 15 20 |