While sunbeams are waking the rapturous lays
Of dew-drops and birds, and yet all ’neath their blaze;
Canst hover o’er ocean when storm it enthrones,
And bear from the foam-crested surges their tones;
When dark are the skies and the thunder-clouds lower,
With the eagle’s bold flight to the mountain’s crest soar;
The streams of the forest to their fountains canst wind,
And caverns resounding in solitude find;
Enshrined in thy spirit their voices canst keep,
Sublimed by thine alchemy subtile and deep,