And mighty poets in their misery dead.
The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.
Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.
A deep distress has humanised my soul.
The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.