Note 63 — PREFACE TO THE EDITION OF 1814

Green with the moss of years; a pensive sight That moved my heart!—recalling former days When I could never pass that road but She 1814. Who lived within these walls, at my approach. Green with the moss of years, and subject only To the soft handling of the Elements: There let the relic lie—fond thought—vain words! Forgive them—never did my steps approach 1827. This humble door but she who dwelt within Forgive them;—never—never did my steps 1832. Approach this door but she who dwelt within Forgive them for the sake of her who dwelt Within these walls, who here so oft hath giv'n MS. To me a daughter's greeting; and I loved her Green with the moss of years. Upon the simple sight As there it lay I could not look unmoved! Forgive the weakness—never did step of mine C. Approach this door, but she who dwelt within