MELANIE. I. I STOOD on yonder rocky brow,* And marvell'd at the Sybil's fane, When I was not what I am now. My life was then untouch'd of pain; And all things that were true and fair Lay closely to my loving eye, With nothing shadowy between I was a boy of seventeen. * The story is told during a walk around the Cascatelles of Tivoli. B |