I vex my heart with fancies dim: He still outstript me in the race; It was but unity of place That made me dream I rank’d with him.
And so may Place retain us still, And he the much-beloved again, A lord of large experience, train To riper growth the mind and will:
And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit’s inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?