He by appointment waited for me here,
Under the covert[13] of these clustering elms.
We were tried Friends: amid a pleasant vale,
In the antique market-village where was passed
My school-time,[W1] an apartment he had owned,
To which at intervals the Wanderer drew,[14]
And found a kind of home or harbour there.
He loved me; from a swarm of rosy boys
Singled out me, as he in sport would say,
For my grave looks, too thoughtful for my years.