PART II.
LONDON 'Was _that_ the landmark?
What,--the foolish well Whose wave, low down, I did not stoop to drink, But sat and flung the pebbles from its brink In sport to send its imaged skies pell-mell, (And mine own image, had I noted well!) Was that my point of turning?
I had thought The stations of my course should rise unsought, As altar-stone, or ensigned citadel.'.