In the waste wilderness: the Soul ascends
Drawn towards her native firmament of heaven,[330]
When the fresh eagle, in the month of May,
Upborne, at evening, on replenished wing,
This shaded valley leaves;[331][EI] and leaves the dark
Empurpled hills, conspicuously renewing
A proud communication with the sun
Low sunk beneath the horizon!—List!—I heard,
From yon huge breast of rock, a voice sent forth[332]
As if the visible mountain made the cry.