Thou risest, robed in gleaming Thought.
The steeds of empyrean strain
The wafture of thy hand obey,
As, scattering fire from hoof and mane,
They flash o’er peak and field and spray.180
Thick as the northern meteors sweep
Adown the clear autumnal skies,
Through airy dews o’er plain and steep
Thy florets fall in rainbow-dyes,
And where they rest take root and spread,185