Page:The Prelude, Wordsworth, 1850.djvu/314

292 Along that very shore which I had skimmed

In former days, when—spurring from the Vale

Of Nightshade, and St. Mary's mouldering fane,

And the stone abbot, after circuit made

In wantonness of heart, a joyous band

Of school-boys hastening to their distant home

Along the margin of the moonlight sea—

We beat with thundering hoofs the level sand.