text: Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay,
  Within that temple where the vestal flame
  Was wont to burn; and, passing by that way,
  To see that buried dust of living fame,
  Whose tomb fair Love, and fairer Virtue kept:
  All suddenly I saw the Fairy Queen;
  At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept,
  And, from thenceforth, those Graces were not seen:
  For they this queen attended; in whose stead
  Oblivion laid him down on Lauras hearse:
  Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed,
  And groans of buried ghosts the heavens did pierce:
  Where Homers spright did tremble all for grief,
  And cursed the access of that celestial thief!