The College Pump.
IN Summertide, beneath high-vaulted shade,In Winter, frosted all with glistering rime,In chanting Spring, or Autumn’s sullen timeWhen sodden leaves their tawny beds have made—Alike when spendthrift Sun his gold afarDownthrows, or earth lies shrouded all in cold,By evil men and good, by young, by old,In every season blessed thy waters are.Grandsires and children drink with solaced eyes.Dazed revellers early come with thirsty shameBeneath gray glimmering of the sober skies.All day men pause; and some, at eventide,Poets, have hallowed with their touch thy name,And with their lips thy waters sanctified.
IN Summertide, beneath high-vaulted shade,In Winter, frosted all with glistering rime,In chanting Spring, or Autumn’s sullen timeWhen sodden leaves their tawny beds have made—Alike when spendthrift Sun his gold afarDownthrows, or earth lies shrouded all in cold,By evil men and good, by young, by old,In every season blessed thy waters are.Grandsires and children drink with solaced eyes.Dazed revellers early come with thirsty shameBeneath gray glimmering of the sober skies.All day men pause; and some, at eventide,Poets, have hallowed with their touch thy name,And with their lips thy waters sanctified.
IN Summertide, beneath high-vaulted shade,In Winter, frosted all with glistering rime,In chanting Spring, or Autumn’s sullen timeWhen sodden leaves their tawny beds have made—Alike when spendthrift Sun his gold afarDownthrows, or earth lies shrouded all in cold,By evil men and good, by young, by old,In every season blessed thy waters are.
IN Summertide, beneath high-vaulted shade,
IN Summertide, beneath high-vaulted shade,
In Winter, frosted all with glistering rime,
In chanting Spring, or Autumn’s sullen time
When sodden leaves their tawny beds have made—
Alike when spendthrift Sun his gold afar
Downthrows, or earth lies shrouded all in cold,
By evil men and good, by young, by old,
In every season blessed thy waters are.
Grandsires and children drink with solaced eyes.Dazed revellers early come with thirsty shameBeneath gray glimmering of the sober skies.All day men pause; and some, at eventide,Poets, have hallowed with their touch thy name,And with their lips thy waters sanctified.
Grandsires and children drink with solaced eyes.
Dazed revellers early come with thirsty shame
Beneath gray glimmering of the sober skies.
All day men pause; and some, at eventide,
Poets, have hallowed with their touch thy name,
And with their lips thy waters sanctified.