Our demigod of daring, keenest-eyed
⁠To read and deepest read in earth's dim things,
A spirit now whose body of death has died
⁠And left it mightier yet in eyes and wings,

The sovereign seeker of the world, who now
⁠Hath sought what world the light of death may show,
Hailed once with me the crowns that load thy brow,
⁠Crags dark as midnight, columns bright as snow.

Thy steep small Siena, splendid and content
⁠As shines the mightier city's Tuscan pride
Which here its face reflects in radiance, pent
⁠By narrower bounds from towering side to side,

Set fast between the ridged and foamless waves
⁠Of earth more fierce and fluctuant than the sea,
The fearless town of towers that hails and braves
⁠The heights that gird, the sun that brands Le Puy;