’Tis thus that an ardent youngster makes
The Student’s Quarter a Realm of Love.
O Place Maubert! O Place Dauphine!
Sky-parlor reaching heavenward far,
In whose depths, when you drew your stocking on,
I saw a twinkling morning-star.
Hard-learned Plato I’ve long forgot:
Neither Malebranche nor Lamennais
Could teach me such faith in Providence
As the flower which in your bosom lay.