SPIRIT that formd this scene,
These tumbled rock-piles grim and red,
These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks,
These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness,
These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own,
I know thee, savage spiritwe have communed together,
Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own;
Wast charged against my chants they had forgotten art?
To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse?
The lyrists measurd beat, the wrought-out temples gracecolumn and
polishd arch forgot?
But thou that revelest herespirit that formd this scene,
They have rememberd thee.