But set him straight and give his head the rein,
And he shall bear thee lightly to the front,
Swifter than wind, and stout as truest steel,
And none shall rob thee of thy pride of place.
IN THE SCHOOLS AT OXFORD.
TO AN EXAMINER.
(Suggested by the Laureate's conundrum "In The Garden at Swaintson.")
Butcher boys shouted without,
Within was writing for thee,
Shadows of three live men