Note S — 1815
Reading edition
Another version of this stanza follows:—
But like a wreath, composed of bud and bell, Spring's flowery garland, in a whirlwind caught, Or like the warblings of a sea-nymph's shell When the distempered air with storms is fraught; Those pleasures vanished from our rustic cell, And we by lamentable change were taught That bliss with mortal man may not abide, How nearly joy and sorrow are allied!Ed.