I've been desperately trying to remember a poem that I read many years ago in a college English Lit class.
Sorry, but I can't remember any of the lines, or the poet's name.
The poem is about a young man from a small village who goes to work in a printing press in a big city. He works all day at a monotonous job, setting the type in readiness to print the pages.
When he stops work in the evening the letters jump around in his head and make it impossible to think of anything else.
It is only after he meets a girl who works in the same city -- and she reminiscences about his village -- that the letters cease to torment him and he gets some peace.
Can anyone help me find this poem?
Thanks so much!