<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">To Pembroke College</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">FULL often, with a cloud about me shed</p><p class="line">Of phantoms numberless, I have alone</p><p class="line">Wander'd in Ancient Oxford marvelling:</p><p class="line">Calling the storied stone to yield its dead:</p><p class="line">And I have seen the sunlight richly thrown</p><p class="line">On spire and patient turret, conjuring</p><p class="line">Old glass to marlèd beauty with its kiss,</p><p class="line">And making blossom all the foison sown</p><p class="line">Through lapsèd years. I've felt the deeper bliss</p><p class="line">Of eve calm-brooding o'er her lovèd care,</p><p class="line">And tingeing her one all-embosoming tone.</p><p class="line">And I have dream'd on thee, thou college fair.</p><p class="line">Dearest to me of all, until I seem'd</p><p class="line">Sunk in the very substance that I dream'd.</p><p class="line">And oh! methought that this whole edifice,</p><p class="line">Forg'd in the spirit and the fires that burn</p><p class="line">Out of that past of splendent histories,</p><p class="line">Up-towering yet, fresh potency might learn,</p><p class="line">And to new summits turn,</p><p class="line">Vaunting the banner still of what hath been and is.</p></div></body></html> · Great War