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.