HOW often, when a child I lay reclined,
    I took delight in this locality!
Here stood the infant Ilion of the mind,
    And here the Grecian ships did seem to be.

And here again I come and only find
    The drain-cut levels of the marshy lea,—
Gray sand banks and pale sunsets—dreary wind,
    Dim shores, dense rains, and heavy clouded sea.