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I believe it. Thou,

Bred in the north, in the dark ages, how,

In whirl of priesthood and knight-errantry,

Have for such sights thy vision free!

In darkness only thou'rt at home.

(Looking round)

Ye brown, repulsive blocks of stone,

Arch-pointed, low, with mould o'ergrown!

Should he awake, new care were bred,

He on the spot would straight be dead.

Wood-fountains, swans, fair nymphs undressed,

Such was his dream, presageful, rare;

In place like this how could he rest,

Which I, of easy mood, scarce bear!

Away with him!