Their lips on Plato’s honey fed;
Their eyes have skill to read the page
Of Theban bard or Attic sage;
For them all Nature’s mysteries,—
The deep-down secrets of the seas,
The cyclone’s whirl, the lightning’s shock,
The language of the riven rock;
They know the starry sisters seven,—
What clouds the molten suns enfold,
And all the golden woof of heaven