midnight
a sad farewell To glowing scenes of boyhood . Ye rocks , and rills and forests primeval List to my sighing soul , trembling on the tongue To vent its echoes in ambient air . No more shall wild eyed deer , Fretful hares , hawks and hounds Entrance mine ear and vision , Or frantically depart when Stealthy footsteps disturb the lark , Ere Phoebus ' golden light Illuminates the dawn . Memory , many hued maiden , Oft in midnight hours Shall picture these eternal hills , And purling streams , rimmed by Vernal meadows ; And pillowed even in the lap of misery Fantastic visions of thee Shall lull deepest woe to repose . And banqueting at yon alehouse , Nestling near blooming hedge and snowy Hawthorn , I shall live again In blissful dreams among the enchanting Precincts of the silver , serpentine Avon . To thee I lift my hands in prayer Disappearing , and pinioned with Hope ; Daughter of Love and sunrise -- Go forth to multitudinous London , And , `` buckle fortune on my back '' `` To bear her burden , '' to successful , Lofty heights of mind illimitable . _ With this apostrophe , we took a last look at the glinting gables and sparkling spires of Stratford , disappearing over the hill , our steps and faces turned to London town , that seething whirlpool of human woe and pleasure .