As bred ennobling discontent with earth;
Give back the longing, back the elated mood
That, fed with thee, spurned every meaner good;
Give even the spur of impotent despair
That, without hope, still bade aspire and dare;
Give back the need to worship that still pours
Down to the soul that virtue it adores!
So far the idea coincides with that of Michelangelo; but the conclusion of the later poet varies:—
Goddess triform, I own thy triple spell,
My heaven’s queen,—queen, too, of my earth and hell!