Telling of inward mysteries—joys and woes
In lone recesses of the soul enshrined;
Depths of a being seal’d and sever’d from mankind.
Yes!—what was earth to him, whose spirit pass’d
Time’s utmost bounds? on whose unshrinking sight
Ten thousand shapes of burning glory cast
Their full resplendence? Majesty and might
Were in his dreams; for him the veil of light
Shrouding heaven’s inmost sanctuary and throne,
The curtain of th’ unutterably bright,