Returning laden to the earth again—
Imagination’s realm—the vast Unknown,
Full of as glorious images as when
The first Thought-angel gazed within, alone,
And will be while the world has evil to atone.
I touched Futurity’s thrice veiled domain.
And felt the moments of swift coming years
Fall sparklingly around me, like the rain
From over-heavy clouds of unwept tears,
Dropping through sunlight; while my eager ears