is close to Paris, the fortress being only about five miles south-east of the Louvre. The chapel, which has a fine Gothic front, was begun in 1248, and was finished in 1552. The monument to the Duc d'Enghien is in the old Sacristy. It consists of four figures in marble, representing the _Duke_, supported by _Religion_ and bewailed by _France_, while _Vengeance_ waits behind. It was executed by Deseine.--ED. VARIANTS: [Footnote 172: The first line of the title was added in the edition of 1836, and continued afterwards.] [Footnote 173: 1840. Even to this hour; yet at this hour they quake; And some their monstrous Idol shall forsake, If to the living truth was ever told By aught surrendered from the hollow grave: 1816. To warn the living, truth were ever told 1837. ] DION (SEE PLUTARCH) Composed 1816.--Published 1820 [This poem was first introduced by a stanza that I have since transferred to the Notes, for reasons there given,[BZ] and I cannot comply with the request expressed by some of my friends that the rejected stanza should be restored. I hope they will be content if it be, hereafter, immediately attached to the poem, instead of its being degraded to a place in the Notes.--I. F.] From 1820 to 1843 _Dion_ was classed among the "Poems of Sentiment and Reflection." In the edition of 1845 it was placed next to _Laodamia_ among the "Poems of the Imagination."--ED. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote BZ: To the edition of 1837, and subsequent ones, Wordsworth appended the following note:-- This poem began with the following stanza, which has been displaced on account of its detaining the reader too long from the subject, and as rather precluding, than preparing for, the due effect of the allusion to the genius of Plato:-- Fair is the Swan, whose majesty, prevailing O'er breezeless water, on Locarno's lake, Bears him on while proudly sailing He leaves behind a moon-illumined wake: Behold! the mantling spirit of reserve Fashions his neck into a goodly curve; An arch thrown back between luxuriant wings Of whitest garniture, like fir-tree boughs To which, on some unruffled morning, clings A flaky weight of winter's purest snows! --Behold!--as with a gushing impulse heaves That downy prow, and softly cleaves The mirror of the crystal flood, Vanish inverted hill,[174] and shadowy wood, And pendent rocks, where'er, in gliding state, Winds the mute Creature without visible Mate Or Rival, save the Queen of night Showering down a silver light, From heaven, upon her chosen favourite!