IN 1 eddying course when leaves began to fly,
And Autumn in her lap the store to strew,
As mid wild scenes I chanced the Muse to woo,
Through glens untrod, and woods that frowned on high,
Two sleeping nymphs with wonder mute I spy!
And, lo, she ’s gone!—In robe of dark-green hue,
’T was Echo from her sister Silence flew,
For quick the...