In youth have I known one with whom the Earth

In secret communing held – as he with it,

In day light, and in beauty from his birth:

Whose fervid, flick’ring torch of life was lit

From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth

A passionate light – such for his spirit was fit —

And yet that spirit knew not – in the hour

Of its own fervor – what had o’er it power.