Until we found that we were college men
And smoked more easily and smiled again;
And I from Cambridge cried, the poet still:
“I know your fine Greek theatre on the hill
At Berkeley!” With your happy Grecian head
Upraised, “I never saw the place,” you said—
“Once I was free of class, I always went
Out to the field.”
Young engineer, you meant
As fair a tribute to the better part