Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.

Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.

And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.

Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.

These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.

A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.