And straight in deep quiet are found:
Aye! he who has yoked, in the ether afar,
The lightning-maned steeds of the storm to his car,
Shall guide thee all safe o’er the foam,
And at last, by the torch of his bright beacon-star,
Restore thee once more to thy home!
II.
But such! ah! such is not my theme—
Illumined by a grosser fire
Than that which some will truly deem