Baron Guelph Of Adelstan. A Fragment

For ever in the world of Fame We live and yet abide the same: Clouds may intercept our rays, Or desert Lands reflect our blaze.

The beauteous Month of May began, And all was Mirth and Sport, When Baron Guelph of Adelstan Took leave and left the Court.

From Fête and Rout and Opera far The full town he forsook, And changed his wand and golden star For Shepherd's Crown and Crook.

The knotted net of light and shade Beneath the budding tree, A sweeter day-bed for him made Than Couch and Canopy.

In copse or lane, as Choice or Chance Might lead him was he seen; And join'd at eve the village dance Upon the village green.

Nor endless--

Undated. Now first published from an MS.