Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly 
And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown
 From antique reeds to common folk…

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common 
clay
 I had climbed the higher…

[excerpt] V While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight…