The Hostel, or Inn, XIX

And many say they heard the splash, And jingle of the elfin glass, Long after all the rest were dead, And carried lifeless into bed: But none may tell, for none can say, Where the unhallowed goblin lay: But he had beat the sportsmen all, At drinking in the festal hall; And soon I’ll show, if luck betide, How this elf goblin dared to ride. But now I’ve left them all at rest: Where is the greatest, and the best? He, amid D——h’s lovely groves, With virtuous footsteps strays the while, And woos the graces, and the loves, With many a courtly winning smile.