Spirit that walkest on these waters, now
Unseen but ever heard, take thou the form
Most suited to thy wish, and fair and warm
Rise with a dazzling light upon thy brow,
And round thee let the dreams of those who made
Their home by thee start up, that I may feel
My inner being from its dwelling steal,
As when a beam of light strikes through the shade,
And, sinking into all thy glorious clasp,
Like some wood echo when a rest it finds,
I move with thee, like the invisible winds,
Fill'd with thy presence, and with mighty grasp
Bind all the dreams of genius into one,
And lie within them as within a sun.