Changes in the Temple
THE cry is at thy gates, thou darling ground,Again; for oft ere now thy children wentBeggared and wroth, and parting greeting sentSome red old alley with a dial crowned;Some house of honor, in a glory boundWith lives and deaths of spirits excellent;Some tree rude-taken from his kingly tentHard by a little fountain’s friendly sound.O for Virginius’ hand, if only thatMaintain the whole, and spoil these spoilings soon!Better the scowling Strand should lose, alas,Her peopled oasis, and where it wasAll mournful in the cleared quadrangle satEcho, and ivy, and the loitering moon.
THE cry is at thy gates, thou darling ground,Again; for oft ere now thy children wentBeggared and wroth, and parting greeting sentSome red old alley with a dial crowned;Some house of honor, in a glory boundWith lives and deaths of spirits excellent;Some tree rude-taken from his kingly tentHard by a little fountain’s friendly sound.O for Virginius’ hand, if only thatMaintain the whole, and spoil these spoilings soon!Better the scowling Strand should lose, alas,Her peopled oasis, and where it wasAll mournful in the cleared quadrangle satEcho, and ivy, and the loitering moon.
THE cry is at thy gates, thou darling ground,Again; for oft ere now thy children wentBeggared and wroth, and parting greeting sentSome red old alley with a dial crowned;Some house of honor, in a glory boundWith lives and deaths of spirits excellent;Some tree rude-taken from his kingly tentHard by a little fountain’s friendly sound.
THE cry is at thy gates, thou darling ground,
Again; for oft ere now thy children went
Beggared and wroth, and parting greeting sent
Some red old alley with a dial crowned;
Some house of honor, in a glory bound
With lives and deaths of spirits excellent;
Some tree rude-taken from his kingly tent
Hard by a little fountain’s friendly sound.
O for Virginius’ hand, if only thatMaintain the whole, and spoil these spoilings soon!Better the scowling Strand should lose, alas,Her peopled oasis, and where it wasAll mournful in the cleared quadrangle satEcho, and ivy, and the loitering moon.
O for Virginius’ hand, if only that
Maintain the whole, and spoil these spoilings soon!
Better the scowling Strand should lose, alas,
Her peopled oasis, and where it was
All mournful in the cleared quadrangle sat
Echo, and ivy, and the loitering moon.