[Footnote AH: It may not be too insignificant to note that it was Diana, the "Goddess of the chase," whom Brutus, according to the legend, consulted as to where he should settle, and who directed him to the land "to the West, in th' Ocean wide." (See note U p. 45.)--ED.] [Footnote AI: See Milton's _History of England_, quoted in footnote, p. 51.--ED.] [Footnote AJ: The various (tentative) versions of _Artegal and Elidure_--especially of some of the stanzas--are more numerous than in the case of any other poem I have seen in MS., and several of them may be preserved. STANZA 1 Where be the Temples which in Albion's Isle, As stories tell, the Trojan Brutus reared? The form and substance of each stately pile Were gone, the very dust had disappeared; Ere Julius reached the white-cliffed shore, They sank, delivered o'er To utter dissolution, whence I ween A general doubt prevails, if such have ever been. Sunk are the Temples which, as stories tell, In Britain's Isle the Trojan Brutus reared, For his transplanted Gods therein to dwell? Ere Julius landed on the white-cliffed shore, The sacred structures were delivered o'er To utter desolation, whence I ween A general doubt prevails if such have ever been. Where be the Temples which in Britain's Isle, As legends tell, the Trojan Founder reared? Gone like a dream of morning, or a pile { Of glittering clouds that in the East appeared. } { Of gorgeous clouds that in the west appeared. } Ere Julius landed on her white-cliffed shore, They sank, delivered o'er To fatal dissolution, and I ween No vestige there was left that such had ever been. STANZA 2 Yet in unvanquished Cambria lay concealed 'Mid Snowdon's forests, or by Vaga's springs, A Book whose leaves to later times revealed The {mighty|wondrous} course of these forgotten things, How Brutus sailed, by oracles impelled, And hideous giants quelled, A Brood whom no civility could melt, Who never tasted grace, and goodness ne'er had felt. Yet in the wilds of Cambria lay concealed By _Snowdon's_ forests or by _Vaga's_ springs, A Book whose leaves to later time revealed The wondrous course of {those|long} forgotten things; How Brutus came, etc. A British record that had lain concealed In old Armorica (whose sacred springs No Gothic conqueror ever drank) revealed The wondrous course of those forgotten things; How Brutus came, etc. STANZA 3