For ever on to happy isles afar.
And every ripple teems with springing thoughts—
In one sense faithful to the Samian’s creed—
A constant iteration of old fancies
As if the wise and fools of time came back
With their old dreams; forgetful of experience.
There system swells on system, bubbles gay,
Conventions, empires, powers, authorities,
Song’s intellectual fabric, pictures, modes,
Those myriad lights, the glory and the glitter