A throne, that[823] may be likened unto his,
Who, in some placid day of summer, looks
Down from a mountain-top,—say one of those
High peaks, that bound the vale where now we are.[KL]
Faint, and diminished to the gazing eye,
Forest and field, and hill and dale appear,
With all the shapes over[824] their surface spread:
But, while the gross and visible frame of things
Relinquishes its hold upon the sense,
Yea almost on the Mind herself,[825] and seems