To earth-born beauty, wanting it unknown?
To bloom give balm, to melody a tone,
Make brightness seem more bright?
Does he not fill the air
With sights, and shapes, and shadows?—make the sky
The dwelling-place of beings, which no eye
But his can image there?
And more than all, his lay
Awakes new feelings in the human heart,
And visions bring that never can depart,