Of creatures in old worlds, of nameless worms,
Whole generations lived and died ere man,
A worm of other class, to crawl began.
There is a town call’d Silford, where his steed
Our traveller rested—He the while would feed
His mind by walking to and fro, to meet,
He knew not what adventure, in the street— 20
A stranger there; but yet a window-view
Gave him a face that he conceived he knew;
He saw a tall, fair, lovely lady, dress’d