Would that your names were carven here,
For all the world in stamps of gold,
That I might read them and revere.
“Who wrought and handed down for me
This Oxford of the larger air,
Laughing, and full of faith, and free,
With youth resplendent everywhere?”
Then learn: thou ill-instructed, blind,
Young, callow, and untutored man,
Their private names were ...[3]