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Rh Lo, a mossy architrave is here! I discern thee, fashioning spirit? On the stone thou hast impressed thy seal.

Onward, stranger!

Over an inscription am I treading! 'Tis effacèd! Ye are seen no longer, Words so deeply graven, Who your master's true devotion Should have shown to thousand grandsons.

At these stones why Start'st thou, stranger? Many stones are lying yonder Round my cottage.

Yonder?

Through the thicket, Turning to the left, Here!

Ye Muses and ye Graces!