Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green;
And well the lonely infant knew
Recesses where the wall-flower grew,
And honeysuckle loved to crawl
Up the low crag and ruined wall:
I deemed such nooks the sweetest shade
The sun in all his round surveyed;
And still I thought that shattered tower[72]
The mightiest work of human power;
And marvelled, as the aged hind