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'Twas summer, and the sun had mounted high:
Of some huge cave, whose rocky ceiling casts
level stood a Grove, The wished-for Port to which my steps were bound. Thither I came, and there—amid the gloom Spread by a brotherhood of lofty elmsAppeared a roofless Hut; four naked walls That stared upon each other! I looked round, And to my wish and to my hope espied Him whom I sought; a Man of reverend age,
But stout and hale, for travel unimpaired.
Him had I marked the day before-alone And in the middle of the public way Stationed, as if to rest himself, with face Turned tow'rds the sun then setting, while that staff Afforded to his Figure, as he stood, Detained for contemplation or repose, Graceful support; the countenance of the Man Was hidden from my view, and he himself Unrecognized; but, stricken by the sight, With slacken'd footsteps I advanced, and soon A glad congratulation we exchanged At such unthought-of meeting.–For the night We parted, nothing willingly; and now He by appointment waited for me here, Beneath the shelter of these clustering elms.
We were tried Friends : I from my Childhood up Had known him.-In a little Town obscure,