HAPLY SOME HOARY-HEADED SWAIN MAY SAY, "OFT HAVE WE SEEN HIM AT THE PEEP OF DAWN BRUSHING WITH HASTY STEPS THE DEWS AWAY,

THAT WREATHES ITS OLD FANTASTIC ROOTS SO HIGH, HIS LISTLESS LENGTH AT NOON TIDE WOULD HE STRETCH, AND PORE UPON THE BROOK THAT BUBBLES BY.