The glimmer of the limes sun-heavy sleeping

Goes trembling past me up the College wall.

Below the lawn in soft blue shade is keeping

The daisy-froth quiescent softly in thrall.

Beyond the leaves that overhang the street

Along the flagged clean pavement summer-white

Passes the world with shadows at their feet

Going left and right.

Remote although I hear the beggar’s cough

See the woman’s twinkling fingers tend him a coin

I sit absolved assured I am better off

Beyond a world I never want to join.