It was like a maze sprung suddenly into movement.

So, while the path of life I tread, A path to me with briers spread; Let me its tangled mazes spy Like you, with gay, good-humour'd eye; Nor at those thorny tracts repine, The treasure of your friendship, mine.

Devolving from thy parent lake, A charming maze thy waters make, By bowers of birch, and groves of pine, And edges flower'd with eglantine.