Oxford, May 30, 1820

William Wordsworth

YE sacred nurseries of blooming youth!

In whose collegiate shelter England’s flowers

Expand, enjoying through their vernal hours

The air of liberty, the light of truth;

Much have ye suffered from Time’s gnawing tooth,

Yet, O ye spires of Oxford! domes and towers!

Gardens and groves! your presence overpowers

The soberness of reason; till, in sooth,

Transformed, and rushing on a bold exchange,

I slight my own belovéd Cam, to range

Where silver Isis leads my stripling feet;

Pace the long avenue, or glide adown

The stream-like windings of that glorious street,—

An eager novice robed in fluttering gown!


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