text:  Hour after hour augmenting our success Turn'd what was pleasure first to pleasant toil Lent languor to my loitering steps and gave Red to the cheek and dew-damp to the brow: It was a day that cannot be forgot-- A jubilee in childhood's calendar-- A green hill-top seen o'er the billowy waste Of dim oblivion's flood:--and so it is That on my morning couch--what time the sun Tinges the honeysuckle flowers with gold That cluster round the porch--and in the calm Of evening meditation when the past Spontaneously unfolds the treasuries Of half-forgotten and fragmental things To memory's ceaseless roamings--it comes back Fragrant and fresh as if 'twere yesterday