Dear haunted land of gorge and glen,

Ah me! the dreams, the dreams of men!

A learned land of wise old books

And men with meditative looks,

Who move in quaint red-gabled towns

And sit in gravely-folded gowns,

Divining in deep-laden speech

The world's supreme arcana—each

A homely god to listening Youth

Eager to tear the veil of Truth;