Note 144 — 1816

Anon, I saw, beneath a dome of state, The feast dealt forth with bounty unconfined; And while the vaulted roof did emulate The starry heavens through splendour of the show, It rang with music,—and methought the wind Scattered the tuneful largess far and near, That they who asked not might partake the cheer, Who listened not could hear, Where'er the wild winds were allowed to blow! —That work reposing, on the verge 1816. Of busiest exultation hung a dirge, 1827. . . . and had power to throw