Chapter XIX

From the Danube to the Severn--from Vienna to Clevedon--the body has been conveyed, and was interred by the estuary of the latter river, where the village of Clevedon stands.[19]

The Wye, a tributary of the Severn, is also tidal; and when deepened by the sea flowing inward, its babbling ceases; but the noise recurs when the sea flows back.

So does the Poet's power of expressing his grief alternate: at times he is too full in heart to find utterance; he "brims with sorrow"--but after awhile, as when "the wave again is vocal in its wooded" banks,

"My deeper anguish also falls,
And I can speak a little then."