Cambridge

All that I know of Cambridge— The colleges and that indulgent air Of a great gentleman who is content That lesser men should make experiment With life, for which he does not vastly care— Is that you tell me you were happy there.

All that I’ll say of Cambridge— Though in her courts Apollo lose the art Of immortality to find it where Rupert was used to walk at Grantchester— Is that for me Cambridge is but a part Of greater beauties than inform your heart.