![]() If the night blackened with a coming storm, Beneath some rock, listening to notes that are The ghostly language of the ancient earth, Or make their dim abode in distant winds. Thence did I drink the visionary power; And deem not profitless those fleeting moods Of shadowy exultation: not for this, That they are kindred to our purer mind And intellectual life; but that the soul, Remembering how she felt, but what she felt Remembering not, retains an obscure sense Of possible sublimity. . . . |
![]() Thus calmly spoke the venerable Sage, "An active Principle." |
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![]() To think, and think, and think again; With so much happiness to spare, I could not feel a pain. |
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![]() One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky; I have thought of all by turns, and yet do lie Sleepless! |
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![]() To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light. |
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