Such was the Boy,--but for the growing Youth,
What soul was his, when, from the naked top
Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun
Rise up, and bathe the world in light! He looked:
Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth
And ocean's liquid mass, in gladness lay
Beneath him; far and wide the clouds were touched.
And in their silent faces could he read
Unutterable love. Sound needed none,
Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank