AN EXPERIENCE

Wit, weight, or wealth there was not

In anything that was said,

In anything that was done;

All was of scope to cause not

A triumph, dazzle, or dread

To even the subtlest one,

My friend,

To even the subtlest one.

But there was a new afflation -

An aura zephyring round,

That care infected not:

It came as a salutation,

And, in my sweet astound,

I scarcely witted what

Might pend,

I scarcely witted what.

The hills in samewise to me

Spoke, as they grayly gazed,

— First hills to speak so yet!

The thin-edged breezes blew me

What I, though cobwebbed, crazed,

Was never to forget,

My friend,

Was never to forget!