text:  While they ring round the same unvaried chimes With sure returns of still expected rhymes; Where'er you find the 'cooling western breeze ' In the next line it 'whispers through the trees;' If crystal streams 'with pleasing murmurs creep ' The reader's threaten'd (not in vain) with 'sleep;' Then at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought A needless Alexandrine ends the song That like a wounded snake drags its slow length along