For Cambridge People Rarely Smile, Being Urban,

Stands The Church Clock At Ten To Three? And Is There Honey Still For Tea?

I Have Need To Busy My Heart With Quietude.

Hearts At Peace, Under An English Heaven.

Down The Blue Night The Unending Columns Press In Noiseless Tumult, Break And Wave And Flow

I Know What Things Are Good: Friendship And Work And Conversation. These I Shall Have.