So in my soul of souls, through its cells and secret recesses, Comes back, swelling and spreading, the old democratic fervour. But as the light of day enters some populous city, Shaming away, ere it come, by the chilly day-streak signal, High and low, the misusers of night, shaming out the gas-lamps— All the great empty streets are flooded with broadening clearness, Which, withal, by inscrutable simultaneous access Permeates far and pierces to the very cellars lying in Narrow high back-lane, and court, and alley of alleys:— He that goes forth to his walks, while speeding to the suburb, Sees sights only peaceful and pure: as labourers settling Slowly to work, in their limbs the lingering sweetness of slumber; Humble market-carts, coming in, bringing in, not only Flower, fruit, farm-store, but sounds and sights of the country Dwelling yet on the sense of the dreamy drivers; soon after Half-awake servant-maids unfastening drowsy shutters Up at the windows, or down, letting-in the air by the doorway; School-boys, school-girls soon, with slate, portfolio, satchel, Hampered as they haste, those running, these others maidenly tripping, Early clerk anon turning out to stroll, or it may be Meet his sweetheart—waiting behind the garden gate there; Merchant on his grass-plat haply bare-headed; and now by this time Little child bringing breakfast to ‘father’ that sits on the timber There by the scaffolding; see, she waits for the can beside him; Meantime above purer air untarnished of new-lit fires: So that the whole great wicked artificial civilised fabric— All its unfinished houses, lots for sale, and railway out-works— Seems reaccepted, resumed to Primal Nature and Beauty:— —Such—in me, and to me, and on me the love of Elspie! Philip returned to his books, but returned to his Highlands after; Got a first, ’tis said; a winsome bride, ’tis certain. There while courtship was ending, nor yet the wedding appointed, Under her father he studied the handling of hoe and of hatchet: Thither that summer succeeding came Adam and Arthur to see him Down by the lochs from the distant Glenmorison; Adam the tutor, Arthur, and Hope; and the Piper anon who was there for a visit; He had been into the schools; plucked almost; all but a _gone-coon_; So he declared; never once had brushed up his _hairy_ Aldrich; Into the great might-have-been upsoaring sublime and ideal Gave to historical questions a free poetical treatment; Leaving vocabular ghosts undisturbed in their lexicon-limbo, Took Aristophanes up at a shot; and the whole three last weeks Went, in his life and the sunshine rejoicing, to Nuneham and Godstowe: What were the claims of Degree to those of life and the sunshine? There did the four find Philip, the poet, the speaker, the Chartist, Delving at Highland soil, and railing at Highland landlords, Railing, but more, as it seemed, for the fun of the Piper’s fury.