The Glimmer Of The Limes, Sun-Heavy, Sleeping, Goes Trembling Past Me Up The College Wall. Below, The Lawn, In Soft Blue Shade Is Keeping, The Daisy-Froth Quiescent, Softly In Thrall. Beyond The Leaves That Overhang The Street, Along The Flagged, Clean Pavement Summer-White, Passes The World With Shadows At Their Feet Going Left And Right. Remote, Although I Hear The Beggar'S Cough, See The Woman'S Twinkling Fingers Tend Him A Coin, I Sit Absolved, Assured I Am Better Off Beyond A World I Never Want To Join.