Perhaps grown wearied of their Corinth talk:

Over the solitary hills he fared,

Thoughtless at first, but ere eve's star appeared

His phantasy was lost, where reason fades,

In the calm'd twilight of Platonic shades.

Lamia beheld him coming, near, more near -

Close to her passing, in indifference drear,

His silent sandals swept the mossy green;