Embryo creation, unborn being, dwelt,
And all its various revolutions roll’d 100
Present, though future; prior to themselves;
Whose breath can blow it into nought again;
Or, from his throne some delegated power,
Who, studious of our peace, dost turn the thought
From vain and vile, to solid and sublime!
Unseen thou lead’st me to delicious draughts
Of inspiration, from a purer stream,
And fuller of the god, than that which burst