Ah, fields beloved in vain!
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
A stranger yet to pain!
I feel the gales that from ye blow
A momentary bliss bestow.
On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 2.
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.
On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 4.
Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed,