Uplift to heaven’s heights—
Just so thy symphonies, heard in rolling numbers,
Thy high and holy flights.
O anchoret, near Nature’s heart, again
I pray, come forth and sing.
Ah, there—O joy! I glimpsed thee, Hermit fain—
Now gone on gentle wing.
My eye too piercing, and my quest too keen,
Unfathomable bird.
Once more contented I—remain unseen,