But the personality of the Poet is Divine: and being Divine, it hath no limits.
He is supreme and ubiquitous in consciousness: his heart beats in every Element.
The Pulses of all the infinite Deep of Heaven vibrate in his own: and responding to their strength and their plenitude, he feels more intensely than other men.
Not merely he sees and examines these Rocks and Trees: these variable Waters, and these glittering Peaks.
Not merely he hears this plaintive Wind, these rolling Peals:
But he is all these: and with them—nay, in them—he rejoices and weeps, he shines and aspires, he sighs and thunders.
And when he sings, it is not he—the Man—whose Voice is heard: it is the voice of all the Manifold Nature herself.
In his Verse the Sunshine laughs; the Mountains give forth their sonorous Echoes; the swift Lightnings flash.
The great continual cadence of universal Life moves and becomes articulate in human language.