______________________OVER, the four long years! And now there rings
______________________One voice of freedom and regret: Farewell!
______________________Now old remembrance sorrows, and now sings:
______________________But song from sorrow, now, I cannot tell.
______________________City of weathered cloister and worn court;
______________________Gray city of strong towers and clustering spires:
______________________Where art's fresh loveliness would first resort;
______________________Where lingering art kindled her latest fires.
______________________Where on all hands, wondrous with ancient grace,
______________________Grace touched with age, rise works of goodliest men:
______________________Next Wykeham's art obtain their spendid place
______________________The zeal of Inigo, the strength of Wren.
______________________Where at each coign of every antique street,
______________________A memory hath taken root in stone:
______________________There, Raleigh shone; there, toil'd Franciscan feet;
______________________There, Johnson flinch'd not, but endured alone.
______________________There, Shelley dream'd his white Platonic dreams;
______________________There, classic Landor throve on Roman thought;
______________________There, Addison pursued his quiet themes;
______________________There, smiled Erasmus, and there, Colet taught.
______________________And there, O memory more sweet than all!
______________________Lived he, whose eyes keep yet our passing light;
______________________Whose crystal lips Athenian speech recall;
______________________Who wears Rome's purple with least pride, most right.
______________________That is the Oxford, strong to charm us yet:
______________________Eternal in her beauty and her past.
______________________What, though her soul be vexed? She can forget
______________________Cares of an hour: only the great things last.
______________________Only the gracious air, only the charm,
______________________And ancient might of true hamanities:
______________________These, nor assault of man, nor time, can harm;
______________________Not these, nor Oxford with her memories.
______________________Together have we walked with willing feet
______________________Gardens of plenteous trees, bowering soft lawn:
______________________Hills whither Arnold wandered; and all sweet
______________________June meadows, from the troubling world withdrawn:
______________________Chapels of cedarn fragrance, and rich gloom
______________________Poured from empurpled panes on either hand:
______________________Cool pavements, carved with legends of the tomb;
______________________Grave haunts, where we might dream, and understand.
______________________Over, the four long years! and unknown powers
______________________Call to us, going forth upon our way:
______________________Ah! turn we, and look back upon the towers,
______________________That rose above our lives, and cheered the day.
______________________Proud and serene, against the sky, they gleam:
______________________Proud and secure, upon the earth, they stand:
______________________Our city hat the air of a pure dream,
______________________And hers indeed is an Hesperian land.
______________________Think of her so! the wonderful, the fair,
______________________The immemorial, and the ever young:
______________________The city, sweet with our forefathers' care;
______________________The city, where the Muses all have sung.
______________________Ill times may be; she hath no thought of time:
______________________She reigns beside the waters yet in pride.
______________________Rude voices cry: but in her ears the chime
______________________Of full, sad bells brings back her old springtide.
______________________Like to a queen in pride of place, she wears
______________________The splendour of a crown in Radcliffe's dome.
______________________Well fare she, well! As perfect beauty fares;
______________________And those high places, that are beauty's home