Communed with that Idea face to face:
And move around it now as planets run,
Each in its orbit round the central sun.
We will not stop to comment on the wealth of thought contained in this sonnet, or the lingering suggestiveness of that wonderful line—
“Warmed our sad being with celestial light,”
but proceed to give another example, fragrant with the deepest spirit of meditation:
More sweet than odors caught by him who sails
Near spicy shores of Araby the blest,
A thousand times more exquisitely sweet,
The freight of holy feeling which we meet