It is as if with wings it came
And bore me upward from the base
And groveling earth to yonder space,
Where stars and suns with gathering light
Surround God’s throne in farthest night;
Again as if, I fell apace,
Down from the dizzy heights above,
Ye dear existences, to you,
Ye trees with which through life I grew,
Thou brook, with all thy songs of love,