text: " So speak'st thou friend how stronger far than I; As from Experience--that sure port serene-- Thou look'st; and straight a coldness wraps the sky The summer glory withers from the scene Scared by the solemn spell; behold them fly The godlike images that seem'd so fair! Silent the playful Muse--the rosy Hours Halt in their dance; and the May-breathing flowers Pall from the sister-Graces' waving hair