“Oh! thou art mighty, thou art wonderful,
Mysterious nature! Not in thy free range
Of woods and wilds alone, thou blendest thus
The dirge-note and the song of festival;
But in one heart, one changeful human heart—
Ay, and within one hour of that strange world—
Thou call’st their music forth, with all its tones,
To startle and to pierce!—the dying swan’s,
And the glad skylark’s—triumph and despair!”