Lines Written in Oxford

A seed is fallen among the clods
Of creedless sense and senseless sin
In dons that waddle in the Quads
Low gleams of mental life begin
The Fabians in Clifford's Inn
Are growing human by degrees
I watch the slow light war and win
I wait the changing of the Cheese.
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