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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507032" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The M.A. Degree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507032" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">[After Wordsworth.]</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507032" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>It was a phantom of delight <br>When first it gleamed upon my sight, <br>A scholarly distinction, sent <br>To be a student's ornament. <br>The hood was rich beyond compare, <br>The gown was a unique affair. <br>By this, by that my mind was drawn <br>Then, in my academic dawn; <br>A dancing shape, an image gay <br>Before me then was my M.A. <br>I saw it upon nearer view, <br>A glory, yet a bother too!<br>For I perceived that I should be <br>Involved in much Philosophy <br>(A branch in which I could but meet <br>Works that were neither light nor sweet); <br>In Mathematics, not too good <br>For human nature's daily food <br>And Classics, rendered in the styles <br>Of Kelly, Bohn, and Dr. Giles. <br>And now I own, with some small spleen, <br>A most confounded ass I've been; <br>The glory seems an empty breath, <br>And I am nearly bored to death <br>With Reason, Consciousness, and Will, <br>And other things beyond my skill, <br>Discussed in books all darkly planned <br>And more in number than the sand. <br>Yet that M.A. still haunts my sight, <br>With something of its former light.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Fuller+Murray">Robert Fuller Murray</a></strong></div>