The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!

But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.

Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight!

My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they pass, I question things and do not find, one that will answer to my mind, And all the world appears unkind.

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.