How fares it, friend, since I by Fate annoy'd <br />Left the old home in need of livelier play <br />For body and mind? How fare, this many a day, <br />The stubborn thews and ageless heart of Floyd? <br />If not too well with country sport employ'd, <br />Visit my flock, the breezy hill that they <br />Choose for their fold; and see, for thence you may, <br />From rising walls all roofless yet and void, <br />The lovely city, thronging tower and spire, <br />The mind of the wide landscape, dreaming deep, <br />Grey-silvery in the vale; a shrine where keep <br />Memorian hopes their pale celestial fire: <br />Like man's immortal conscience of desire, <br />The spirit that watcheth in me ev'n in my sleep.<br /><br />Robert Seymour Bridges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-thos-floyd/
