OXFORD, MAY 30, 1820
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 beloved Cam, to range 10 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!