Campbell, undone and outdone.
When oftentimes the young aerial beau
Spans on bright arch the glittering wheels below,
Why to yon upland turns the ’cycling eye,
Whose misty outline mingles with the sky?
Why do those tracts of soberer tint appear
More meet than all the landscape shining near?
’Tis distance sends enchantment to his view,
And lures the mounted with its azure hue.
From Lyra Bicyclica, by Joseph G. Dalton.
(Hodges and Co., Boston, 1885.)