Became then less obscure, and less remote.
My mind, not yet in union with its thoughts,
Seemed sad and solitary; o'er it swept
A calmness like the soft sun-breeze that floats
Above the wave, that light and languid leapt:
Then high imaginations, restless, past
Into being—various, vivid, vast—
And thought, admixing with the mind's emotion,
Assumed a depth and fervour of devotion,
The semblance and the hope, if not the true