Those heavenly shapes Will dazzle now this earthly with their blaze Insufferably bright. O! might I here 1085 In solitude live savage; in some glade Obscured, where highest woods, impenetrable To star or sun-light, spread their umbrage broad And brown as evening: Cover me, ye Pines! Ye Cedars, with innumerable boughs 1090 Hide me, where I may never see them more!—
