The madcap freedom of a boy:—
The blue sky bended far above,
A stagnant sea from pole to pole,
Clouds, like aerial ice-bergs, drove
On that still ocean, without shoal:—
The subtle spirit of the sky,
Alastor of my solitude,
Thrilled all my working pulses high
With visions of life’s magnitude—
(The wondrous vision of the whole!)