And by the magic of his touch at once
Transfigured, all its hidden virtues shine,
And in the eyes of the astonish’d clown
It gleams a diamond! Even thus transform’d,
Rude popular traditions and old tales
Shine as immortal poems, at the touch
Of some poor houseless, homeless, wandering bard,
Who had but a night’s lodging for his pains.
O there are brighter dreams than those of Fame,
Which are the dreams of Love! Out of the heart