Authoritative edict, bidding thee
Heed, as my fount is high, my voice o’erleaps
Articular creed, swift to thy resonant soul
Brooding deliberative. Well knowest thou
That evanescent languors do beguile
The soul’s high bent. Wherefore,—save that thine eye
Hath glimpsed a billowy Vision, subtly spun,
Floating upon thy thought, of high control
Fashioning a peerless state, noble and pure,
Whose stately essence not the clammy brow