294 WILLIAM COLLINS T [1720-1759] FIDELE fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The redbreast oft at evening hours When howling winds, and beating rain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell; Each lonely scene shall thee restore, 487 |