Amor Intellectualis

Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly

And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown

From antique reeds to common folk unknown：

And often launched our bark upon that sea

Which the nine Muses hold in empery，

And ploughed free furrows through the wave and foam，

Nor spread reluctant sail for more safe home

Till we had freighted well our argosy.

Of which despoiled treasures these remain，

Sordello's passion， and the honeyed line

Of young Endymion， lordly Tamburlaine

Driving his pampered jades， and more than these，

The seven-fold vision of the Florentine，

And grave-browed Milton's solemn harmonies.