On the Wheaton Quad (Poem)

Upon a grassy meadow kissed with snow,
Where in the spring, lads love the discus throw,
East of the healer and apothecary,
West of the convent and the monastery,
South of the great hall of the alchemists,
Beside the fountain whose refreshing mists
With winter’s advent every year run dry—
Awaiting thee, in earnest, shall stand I.