73 TfTE BEE, OR Jart, 1 2; 



Rofllne Cajlle. 



At dead of night, the hour when courts 



In gay fantaftic pleafures move, 

 And, haply, Mira joins their fports, 



And hears fome newer, richer love ; 

 To Rofline's ruins f repair, 



A folitary viTctch forlorn ; 

 To mourn, uninterrupted, there, 



JVIy baplefs love, her hapkls fcorn. 



No found of joy difturbs my (train. 



No hind is xvhiftling on the hill ; 

 No hunter v/indinj;; o'er the plain \ 



No maiden finging at the lill. 

 Elk murm'ring through the duflcy pines, 



Refiefts the moon's mift-mantled beam j 

 And fancy chilL-, where'er it iliines. 



To fee pale ghoils obfcurely gleam. 



Not fo the night, that in thy halls. 



Once, Roflinc, danc'd in joy along ; 

 "Where owls now fcream along thy walls, 



Refounded mirth-infpiring fong : 

 Where bats nov/ reft their fmutty wings, 



Tli' iiDpurpl'd feaft was wont to flow j 

 And beauty danc'd in graceful rings, 



And princes fat where nettles grow. 



What now avails, hov/ great, how gay ; 



How fair, how fine, their matchles dam.es I, 

 Tlicre fleeps tiieir undiftinguiflied clay. 



And even the ftones have lofh their names *. 

 And yon gay crowds mull foon expire : 



tJfiknown, unprais'd their fair one's name. 

 Not fo the charms ti;at verfe infpire ; 



isLcrcaf.ng years in-jreafe her fame. 



* 3^rany of ths nair.es on the grjvc-Iloucs here arc ^nitc obllterats*', 

 ttiCTgfi age. 



