And a world of souls for me.
I quote from memory, but I believe I quote correctly. The image is expressed with brevity, clearness, and dignity. Keats’s way of expressing the experience is:
I who still saw the universal sun
Heave his broad shoulder o’er the edge of the world
The similitude of “heaving the shoulder” is open to the same objection as that of a “red-faced farmer.” It is undignified. It calls up a vision of the sun shooting coals down the front cellar.
Again, when John Gould Fletcher wants to describe umbrellas in a new way he refers to them as:
Bending, recurved blossoms of the storm.
And a special movement of rain is exactly described as:
Uneven tinkling, the lazy rain
Dripping from the eaves.