A. D. G. came across a copy of the @3Oxford University Gazette@1 on his visit to America in 1913. FAR hence a lonely exile strayed By dark Potomac's brim: The world Columbus erst surveyed Was now surveyed by him: He pined to view with yearning eye His own domestic hob, Nor solaced was by Pumpkin Pie, Nor cheered by Corn-on-Cob! Columbia's Press, Alive and Bright, Where'er that exile went, Displayed before his wondering sight Its wealth of incident: His scanty ease he oft employed In reading it -- but still There was a kind of aching void Divorces scarce could fill. 'Twas then, 'mid alien scenes and men, All in that distant place There dawned upon his visual ken One, one familiar face! Amid that Press of Yellow hue One sheet was yellower yet: It was (great Heavens!) the OXFORD UNIVERSITY GAZETTE! In deep amaze the Wanderer sat, Nor checked a natural tear: 'Tremendous Rag!' he cried, 'and what (In Thunder) dost thou here? Are these the things that Georgia reads And Texas wants to know? Are Congregation's last misdeeds The theme of Idaho?' There, while he read that stately prose, By Fancy's blessed boon Before his mind the vision rose Of Tuesday Afternoon .... @3That@1 cheered the heart: a load of grief Was lifted from his brow: He felt a sensible relief, He'd no nostalgia now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN ODE [ON THE POETS] by JOHN KEATS THE OLD BRIDGE AT FLORENCE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BYRON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE FIGHT OF THE ARMSTRONG PRIVATEER by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE I WOULD BE THE SUN by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |