XXVIII + 

Breathe there not spirits on the peopled air? + 

Float there not voices on the murmuring wind? + 

Oh! sound there not some strains of sadness there, + 

To touch with sorrow even a victor’s mind, + 

And wrest one tear from joy! Oh! who shall pen + 

The thoughts that toucht thy breast, thou lonely conqueror, then? + 