Escape and fantasy

All the daytime I belong To the solemn-coated throng Who with grave, stupendous looks Study cash and ledger books, Or who go, Staid and slow, On sad business to and fro.

Deep in my heart the holy stream, The stream of quietude, was born, Whose waters wandering clouds of dream And marvellous idle shapes adorn; My breath was like the breath of a c...