26.12.2010, 12:37
O! it is sweet to weave aerial ties
With fair and fond creations of our own,
To keep the spirit buoyant on the rise
Of that unebbing joyance which alone
Engrosses life,—The consciousness of power
To sluice pure waters from the fount of song.
And far in lordly eminence to tower
Above the world on pinions swift and strong ;
Confronting greatness in her every form.
By the deep sea, and where the thunders lower
To pour from out their skirts th' Atlantic storm ;
To keep unfading impress of each hour
That Nature's beauty hallows, and to know
Which is the purest tone her voice doth yield below !
With fair and fond creations of our own,
To keep the spirit buoyant on the rise
Of that unebbing joyance which alone
Engrosses life,—The consciousness of power
To sluice pure waters from the fount of song.
And far in lordly eminence to tower
Above the world on pinions swift and strong ;
Confronting greatness in her every form.
By the deep sea, and where the thunders lower
To pour from out their skirts th' Atlantic storm ;
To keep unfading impress of each hour
That Nature's beauty hallows, and to know
Which is the purest tone her voice doth yield below !