CANTO THE FIRST VI |
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CANTO THE FIRSTVI
Not much he loved long question of the past,
Nor told of wondrous wilds, and deserts vast,
In those far lands where he had wander`d lone,
And — as himself would have it seem — unknown:
Yet these in vain his eye could scarcely scan,
Nor glean experience from his fellow-man;
But what he had beheld he shunn`d to show,
As hardly worth a stranger`s care to know;
If still more prying such inquiry grew,
His brow fell darker, and his words more few.
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