Page:The Recluse, Wordsworth, 1888.djvu/13

 BOOK FIRST—HOME AT GRASMERE

to the verge of yon steep barrier came

A roving school-boy; what the adventurer's age

Hath now escaped his memory—but the hour,

One of a golden summer holiday,

He well remembers, though the year be gone—

Alone and devious from afar he came;

And, with a sudden influx overpowered

At sight of this seclusion, he forgot