In sonnet-rage and love's fierce ecstasy.
And from the winter this mound kindly hath screen'd him at last.
He and he onlyThe good can reward,The bad can he punish,Can heal and can save;All that wanders and straysCan usefully blend.And we pay homageTo the immortalsAs though they were men,And did in the great,What the best, in the small,Does or might do.
IN Thule lived a monarch,
In rear of gate and of door.
O, all-embracing-one, there know I thee.
To move it by-and-by,While here and there they ran,
Were not the lord of the world e'en for instruction too great!
Mount with cooling gush;Then their glow consumeth me,
Like the fair creatures of the poet's layIn realms of song. My yearning heart was heal'd.