paced

With thinking (oh, my heart!) of me?

I paced the streets; a pistol chose,

To guard my now important life

So, fill’d with love and fond remorse,

I paced the Close, its every part

Endow’d with reliquary force

She brought me ‘Wiltshire Butterflies,’

The Prize-book; then we paced the lawn,

Close-cut, and with geranium-plots,

Than Eden's common health.

We paced the sunny platform, while

The train at Havant changed:

Nor th’horrible uprore of windes high blowing,

Nor swelling streames of that god snakie-paced*

Which hath so often with his overflowing

The warder kept his guard;

Low humming, as he paced along,

Some ancient Border gathering song.

So late, to unknown friends or foes,

On through the hamlet as they paced,

Before a porch, whose front was graced

With sheathed broadsword in his hand,

Abrupt he paced the islet strand,

And eyed the rising sun, and laid