Streams o’er a rich ambrosial ocean isle,
And crimson-hued the stately palm woods
Whisper in odorous heights of even.
From one poet laureate of England to another is an easy transition. Run we back to Wordsworth. Of Wordsworth’s sonnet to Milton I need give only the last six lines:
Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart,
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea;
Pure as the naked heavens—majestic, free,
So didst thou travel on life’s common way
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.