While mightier spines for loftier kind
Their types in amplest limbs outgrew;
Yea, close comprest in human breast,
What moss, and tree, and livelier thing,
What Earth, Sun, Star of force possest,
Lay budding, burgeoning forth for Spring
Such sweet preluding sense of old
Led on in Eden’s sinless place
The hour when bodies human first
Combined the primal prime embrace,