The ease of earth's fulfilled imaginings,—
So did the near and far appear to touch
I' the moment's transport,—that an interchange
Of function, far with near, seemed scarce too much;
And had the rooted plant aspired to range
With the snake's license, while the insect yearned
To glow fixed as the flower it were not strange—
No more than if the fluttery tree-top turned
To actual music, sang itself aloft;
Or if the wind, impassioned chantress, earned