And watched along the gleaming High
The lovers strolling with their mates.
He only said, "The schools are dreary:
This Euclid racks my head.
Ethics are the reverse of cheery;
I shall be ploughed," he said.
And half asleep he heard forlorn
The caterwauling on the roof;
The chapel bell rung out at morn
Came to him—but he held aloof.