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71 He views the Sun uplift his golden fire,

Or sink, with heart alive like Memnon's lyre;

Blesses the Moon that comes with kindest ray

To light him shaken by his viewless way.

With bashful fear no cottage children steal

From him, a brother at the cottage meal,

His humble looks no shy restraint impart,

Around him plays at will the virgin heart.

While unsuspended wheels the village dance,

The maidens eye him with inquiring glance,

Much wondering what sad stroke of crazing Care

Or desperate Love could lead a wanderer there.

at hoary Chartreuse' doom.

Where now is fled that Power whose frown severe

Tamed "sober Reason" till she crouched in fear?

That breathed a death-like peace these woods around;

The cloister startles at the gleam of arms,

And Blasphemy the shuddering fane alarms;