So leave wi silent long farwell
Vain life—as left the snail his shell
All this when there my eyes behold
On every stone & heap of mould
Solitude & thou art sweet
Somthing solemn tho to meet
When wi listning pause I look
Round the pillars ruind nook
Ghosts companiond by thy side
Where in old deformity
Ancient arches sweepeth high
& the storms the painted pane
Growls in angry mood again
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