And there strange faces drove my lonely thoughts
Back into memory for companionship
And there imagination moved anon
To fill the void love felt in earth about,
Invoking fancies where it found no facts,
Beheld an earth about that seemed bewitch’d.
If Haydn’s presence had my love call’d forth,
His absence, thus conjured, (could it do else?)
call’d forth my worship. You remember, friend,
Those heroes of old Rome appear’d not gods