"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. "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 666 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 The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' "O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been So lonely 'twas, that God himself 600 BYRON. [MODERN GREECE.] CHILDE HAROLD, CANTO II 4 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 10 15 20 |