What time I wasted youthful hours,1
One of the shining wingèd powers2
Show’d me vast cliffs, with crowns of towers.3
As towards that gracious light I bow’d,4
They seem’d high palaces and proud,5
Hid now and then with sliding cloud.6
He said, “ The labour is not small ;7
Yet winds the pathway free to all :—8
Take care thou dost not fear to fall !”9