And honoured in their travels east and west.
Old Homer with his alms-dish wandered through
Ionia—Tasso ranged like one possessed;
And Ovid was escorted ’gainst his will
To a place whose like ’s seen in Volterra still.
I travel too, and not so meanly either,
In a way which is most natural and meet,—
I do not take account of wind or weather,
But go, as nature meant, on my own feet,
Step after step, in douce and measured wise