The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
The Eagle, he was lord above