294 WILLIAM COLLINS [1720-1759] FIDELE O fair Fidele's grassy tomb Το 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 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 |