A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

Far from the world I walk, and from all care.

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.

She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.

Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.

The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor well, Though no distress be near him but his own Unmanageable thoughts.