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56 Onward we drove beneath the Castle; caught,

While crossing Magdalene Bridge, a glimpse of Cam;

And at the Hoop alighted, famous Inn.

My spirit was up, my thoughts were full of hope;

Some friends I had, acquaintances who there

Seemed friends, poor simple school-boys, now hung round

With honour and importance: in a world

Of welcome faces up and down I roved;

Questions, directions, warnings and advice,

Flowed in upon me, from all sides; fresh day

Of pride and pleasure! to myself I seemed

A man of business and expense, and went

From shop to shop about my own affairs,

To Tutor or to Tailor, as befel,

From street to street with loose and careless mind.

I was the Dreamer, they the Dream; I roamed

Delighted through the motley spectacle;

Gowns grave, or gaudy, doctors, students, streets,

Courts, cloisters, flocks of churches, gateways, towers:

Migration strange for a stripling of the hills,

A northern villager.

As if the change