On the cold earth hath pass'd the dismal night?
Cheerful domestic stir, nor crowing cock,
Nor greeting friend, nor fawning dog hath he
To give him his good-morrow.
SOPHERA.
Think not my Lord, tho' he with Gomez parted
In a lone wood, will wander o'er the earth
In dreary solitude. In every country
Kind hearts are found to cheer the stranger's way.
COUNTESS.
SOPHERA.
Was still and pleasant; sweetly thro' the trees,
Which moved not, look'd the stars and crescent moon;
The night-bird's lengthen'd call with fitful lapse,
And the soft ceaseless sound of distant rills
Upon the list'ning ear came soothingly;
While the cool freshness of the air was mix'd
With rising odours from the flowery earth.
In such sweet summer nights, be well assured
The unhoused head sleeps soundest.
COUNTESS.
I could not sleep; and, as I paced my chamber,
