E'en when in age their flame expires, And strives to trim the short-lived blaze. Smiled then, well pleased, the Aged Man, And thus his tale continued ran. THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL. CANTO FIFTH. I. CALL it not vain :-they do not err, Who say, that, when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies; Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan; |