Page:The Prelude, Wordsworth, 1850.djvu/77

 BOOK THIRD.

RESIDENCE AT CAMBRIDGE.

was a dreary morning when the wheels

Rolled over a wide plain o'erhung with clouds,

And nothing cheered our way till first we saw

The long-roofed chapel of King's College lift

Turrets and pinnacles in answering files,

Extended high above a dusky grove.

Advancing, we espied upon the road

A student clothed in gown and tasselled cap,

Striding along as if o'ertasked by Time,

Or covetous of exercise and air;

He passed—nor was I master of my eyes

Till he was left an arrow's flight behind.

As near and nearer to the spot we drew,

It seemed to suck us in with an eddy's force.