Wake where they waked, range that in- Honoured by Milton's name. O tempe closure old, rate Bard! 295 That garden of great intellects, undis- Be it confest that, for the first time, turbed. Place also by the side of this dark sense Of noble feeling, that those spiritual men, 266 Even the great Newton's own ethereal self, seated Within thy innocent lodge and oratory, And gratitude grew dizzy in a brain 300 Seemed humbled in these precincts thence Never excited by the fumes of wine to be The more endeared. Their several me- (Even like their persons in their portraits Before that hour, or since. Then, forth I ran From the assembly; through a length of Ran, ostrich-like, to reach our chapel door The place itself and fashion of the rites. 310 Of the plain Burghers, who in audience On the last skirts of their permitted Empty 315 I am ashamed of them: and that great And thou, O Friend! who in thy ample Hast placed me high above my best Ye will forgive the weakness of that hour, In this mixed sort The months passed on, remissly, not given up 323 To wilful alienation from the right, Reposed in noontide rest, the inner pulse To in-door study than was wise or well, In magisterial liberty to rove, 370 And pleasant flowers. The thirst of living A random choice, could shadow forth a praise, 336 Fit reverence for the glorious Dead, the sight Of those long vistas, sacred catacombs, 340 place (If now I yield not to a flattering dream) Whose studious aspect should have beat me down To instantaneous service; should at once 372 To quit my pleasure, and, from month to The passing day; should learn to put Be Folly and False-seeming free to affect In which the heron should delight to feed Let them parade among the Schools at In vain for such solemnity I looked; But will, spare the House of God. Was ever 405 The witless shepherd who persists to drive A flock that thirsts not to a pool disliked? At home in pious service, to your bells Mine eyes were crossed by butterflies, Suffers for this. Even Science, too, at Trained up through piety and zeal to But peace to vain regrets! We see but In my own mind remote from social life, darkly Even when we look behind us, and best things 480 Are not so pure by nature that they needs Must keep to all, as fondly all believe, Their highest promise. If the mariner, When at reluctant distance he hath passed Some tempting island, could but know the ills 485 That must have fallen upon him had he brought (At least from what we commonly so name,) Like a lone shepherd on a promontory That this first transit from the smooth And wild outlandish walks of simple youth world To something that resembles an approach His bark to land upon the wished-for Towards human business, to a privileged shore, Good cause would oft be his to thank the Within a world, a midway residence surf With all its intervenient imagery, Whose white belt scared him thence, or Did better suit my visionary mind, Far better, than to have been bolted forth, wind that blew Inexorably adverse: for myself 490 I grieve not; happy is the gownèd youth, I did not love, Thrust out abruptly into Fortune's way For permanent possession, better fruits And known authority of office served From these I turned to travel with the To set our minds on edge, and did no |