66 "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 "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 Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow. 575 Say quick,' quoth he, I bid thee say— What manner of man art thou?' 66 "O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been So lonely 'twas, that God himself "O sweeter than the marriage feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company!. "To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, "Farewell, farewell! but this I tell "He prayeth best, who loveth best The Mariner, whose eye is bright, 600 605 610 615 BYRON. [MODERN GREECE.] CHILDE HAROLD, CANTO II LXXXV. AND yet how lovely in thine age of woe, So perish all in turn, save well-recorded Worth; LXXXVI. Save where some solitary column mourns While strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh "Alas!" LXXXVII. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild: Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, |