The Elements did moan around his bier.
In him they lost their best interpreter—
For his most subtile, sympathizing frame
Was as a sweet melodious instrument,
Through all whose pores and million channels went
The Universe into his heart and brain
In musical influxes, that ebbed amain
From out his lips, in verse of power to tame
A tiger’s heart, or suage an angel’s pain.
Through his well-jointed reeds the circling gyres