WRITTENATCAMBRIDGE

writtenatcambridge

(august15.1819)

iwasnottrain'dinacademicbowers,

andtothoselearnedstreamsinothingowe

whichcopiousfromthosetwinfairfountsdoflow;

minehavebeenanythingbutstudioushours.

yetcanifancy,wandering'midthytowers,

myselfanursling,granta,ofthylap;

mybrowseemstighteningwiththedoctor'scap,

andiwalkgowned;feelunusualpowers.

strangeformsoflogicclothemyadmiringspeech,

oldramus'ghostisbusyatmybrain;

andmyscullteemswithnotionsinfinite.

bestill,yereedsofcamus,whileiteach

truths,whichtranscendthesearchingschoolmen'svein,

andhalfhader'dthatstoutstagirite!