Sweet as that soul-uplifting Hydromel
⁠Idean Ganymede did give to Jove
⁠In the God-kingdoms of Immortal Love—
Dipt from Heaven's everlasting Golden Well—
Was thy great song, celestial Israfel!
⁠Like that Apollo near the shining portals
⁠Of Heaven, in chariot, with celestial lyre,
⁠Sung for the thronging glorified Immortals,
⁠Which set the souls of all the gods on fire!
So sweet my soul, entranced, seemed suddenly brought
⁠Before the star-crowned, blazing majesty
Of those great Sages of immortal thought,
⁠And Poet-kings of deathless melody,
⁠Who now shake Heaven with thunderous Jubilee.