:Or mild surprising poetess,

Some Sappho in a mood sublime

Or Pindar freed and fetterless,

In a far island in far seas

Shall send their sorrow down the breeze.

O shining servant of the evening star

Whom no soft footfall of Lethean song

Delighted, but a strong celestial war

To batter down the gates of earthly wrong,

To thee old Rhea yielded up her foison,

Thou rash knight-errant of heroic love,

That dreams and trances, being most vital poison

To whoso looks but dares not live above,

For thee, who wast more bold,

Might lead to earth along light chains of gold,

Lest some rebellious airs of spirit

Should blow each image into windy space

Nor leave it vocal, to inherit

The toil and triumph of our mortal race.

O thou hast shown us legions in the skies,

And passed the earth before us in review

Till shadows came and went before our eyes,

And shafts of dim desire pierced us through,

And draughts of joyous day

And winds that calmly blew