English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 408. Within King’s College Chapel, Cambridge |
| | | William Wordsworth (1770–1850) |
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| TAX not the royal Saint with vain expense, | |
| With ill-match’d aims the Architect who plann’d | |
| (Albeit labouring for a scanty band | |
| Of white-robed Scholars only) this immense | |
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| And glorious work of fine intelligence! | 5 |
| —Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore | |
| Of nicely-calculated less or more:— | |
| So deem’d the man who fashion’d for the sense | |
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| These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof | |
| Self-poised, and scoop’d into ten thousand cells | 10 |
| Where light and shade repose, where music dwells | |
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| Lingering and wandering on as loth to die— | |
| Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof | |
| That they were born for immortality. | |
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