| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge, II | | By William Wordsworth (1770–1850) |
| | | THEY dreamt not of a perishable home | |
| Who thus could build. Be mine, in hours of fear | |
| Or grovelling thought, to seek a refuge here; | |
| Or through the aisles of Westminster to roam: | |
| Where bubbles burst, and folly’s dancing foam | 5 |
| Melts, if it cross the threshold; where the wreath | |
| Of awe-struck wisdom droops: or let my path | |
| Lead to that younger Pile, whose sky-like dome | |
| Hath typified by reach of daring art | |
| Infinity’s embrace; whose guardian crest, | 10 |
| The silent Cross, among the stars shall spread | |
| As now, when She hath also seen her breast | |
| Filled with mementos, satiate with its part | |
| Of grateful England’s overflowing Dead. | | | | |
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