Note 481 — 1820 (continued 2)
Reading edition
1827.
She vanished—All was joyless, blank, and cold; But if from wind-swept fields of corn that roll'd In dreary billows, from the meagre cot, And monuments that soon may disappear, Meanings we craved which could not there be found; If the wide prospect seemed an envious seal 1822. Of great exploits; we felt as Men should feel,