A semblance strange of power intelligent,
And of design not wholly worn away.
Boldest of plants that ever faced the wind,
How gracefully that slender shrub looks forth
From its fantastic birth-place! And I own,
Some shadowy intimations haunt me here,
That in these shows[219] a chronicle survives
Of purposes akin to those of Man,[CU]
But wrought with mightier arm than now prevails.
—Voiceless the stream descends into the gulf