Amor Intellectualis

　　Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly

　　And heard sweet notes of sylvan¹ music blown

　　From antique reeds to common folk unknown：

　　And often launched our bark upon that sea

　　Which the nine Muses² hold in empery，

　　And ploughed free furrows³ through the wave and foam⁴，

　　Nor spread reluctant sail for more safe home

　　Till we had freighted well our argosy.

　　Of which despoiled⁵ treasures these remain，

　　Sordello's passion， and the honeyed line

　　Of young Endymion， lordly Tamburlaine

　　Driving his pampered⁶ jades⁷， and more than these，

　　The seven-fold vision of the Florentine，

　　And grave-browed Milton's solemn harmonies.