With a fast and fervent grasp
He strained[1100] the dusky covers close,
And fixed the brazen hasp:
“O God![1101] could I so close my mind,
And clasp it with a clasp!”
Then leaping[1102] on his feet upright:
Some moody turns he took—
Now up the mead, then down the mead,
And past a shady nook—
And lo! he saw a little boy[1103]