Wit, weight, or wealth there was not
       &nbsp In anything that was said,
       &nbsp In anything that was done;
All was of scope to cause not
       &nbsp A triumph, dazzle, or dread
       &nbsp To even the subtlest one,
       &nbsp       &nbsp My friend,
       &nbsp To even the subtlest one.

But there was a new afflation -
       &nbsp An aura zephyring round,
       &nbsp That care infected not:
It came as a salutation,
       &nbsp And, in my sweet astound,
       &nbsp I scarcely witted what
       &nbsp       &nbsp Might pend,
       &nbsp I scarcely witted what.

The hills in samewise to me
       &nbsp Spoke, as they grayly gazed,
       &nbsp - First hills to speak so yet!
The thin-edged breezes blew me
       &nbsp What I, though cobwebbed, crazed,
       &nbsp Was never to forget,
       &nbsp       &nbsp My friend,
       &nbsp Was never to forget!