Feeds upon the aerial kisses
Of shapes that haunt thought’s wildernesses.
He rejoices in nature, but nature of a spiritual kind, which he peoples with phantoms and airy beings:
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of Delight!
The fresh Earth in new leaves drest,
And the starry night;
Autumn evening, and the morn
When the golden mists are born.
I love snow, and all the forms