What soul was his, when, from the naked top
Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun[26]
Rise up, and bathe the world in light![AH] He looked—
Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth
And ocean's liquid mass, in gladness lay
Beneath him[AI]:—Far and wide the clouds were touched,
And in their silent faces could he read[27]
Unutterable love. Sound needed none,
Nor any voice of joy;[AJ] his spirit drank
The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form.