Go, Verse, nor let the grass of tarrying grow br Beneath thy feet iambic. Southward go br O'er Thamesis his stream, nor halt until br Thou reach the summit of a suburb hill br To lettered fame not unfamiliar: there br Crave rest and shelter of a scholiast fair, br Who dwelleth in a world of old romance, br Magic emprise and faery chevisaunce. br Tell her, that he who made thee, years ago, br By northern stream and mountain, and where blow br Great breaths from the sea-sunset, at this day br One half thy fabric fain would rase away; br But she must take thee faults and all, my Verse, br Forgive thy better and forget thy worse. br Thee, doubtless, she shall place, not scorned, among br More famous songs by happier minstrels sung;-- br In Shakespeare's shadow thou shalt find a home, br Shalt house with melodists of Greece and Rome, br Or awed by Dante's wintry presence be, br Or won by Goethe's regal suavity, br Or with those masters hardly less adored br Repose, of Rydal and of Farringford; br And--like a mortal rapt from men's abodes br Into some skyey fastness of the gods-- br Divinely neighboured, thou in such a shrine br Mayst for a moment dream thyself divine.