Present a glorious scale,[DG]
Climbing suffused with sunny air,
To stop—no record hath told where!
And tempting Fancy to ascend,
And with immortal Spirits blend![337]
—Wings at my shoulders[338] seem to play;[DH]
But, rooted here, I stand and gaze
On those bright steps that heaven-ward raise[339]
Their practicable way.
Come forth, ye drooping[340] old men, look abroad,