That gave him thus immortally to glide
Over her moist dominions, on him pour
More than the spell unearthly things to view,
But the glad gush of spiritual feelings too;
For then the poet deem’d that one such hour
Of brief enchanted happiness, were worth
A thousand years of feelings but of earth.
The spirit now lent him her aid to see
Things that, to us, must lie in mystery;
Visions unborn of time, which future years