But noon beheld a larger heaven;
     Beheld on our reflecting field
     The Sower to the Bearer given,
     And both their inner sweetest yield,
     Fresh as when dews were grey or first
     Received the flush of hues athirst. 
     Heard we the woodland, eyeing sun,
     As harp and harper were they one. 
     A murky cloud a fair pursued,
     Assailed, and felt the limbs elude: 
     He sat him down to pipe his woe,
     And some strange beast of sky became: 
     A giant’s club withheld the blow;
     A milky cloud went all to flame. 
     And there were groups where silvery springs
     The ethereal forest showed begirt
     By companies in choric rings,
     Whom but to see made ear alert. 
     For music did each movement rouse,
     And motion was a minstrel’s rage
     To have our spirits out of house,
     And bathe them on the open page. 
     This was a day that knew not age. 
     Since flew the vapoury twos and threes
     From western pile to eastern rack;
     As on from peaks of Pyrenees
     To Graians; youngness ruled the track. 
     When songful beams were shut in caves,
     And rainy drapery swept across;
     When the ranked clouds were downy waves,
     Breast of swan, eagle, albatross,
     In ordered lines to screen the blue,
     Youngest of light was nigh, we knew. 
     The silver finger of it laughed
     Along the narrow rift:  it shot,
     Slew the huge gloom with golden shaft,
     Then haled on high the volumed blot,
     To build the hurling palace, cleave
     The dazzling chasm; the flying nests,
     The many glory-garlands weave,
     Whose presence not our sight attests
     Till wonder with the splendour blent,
     And passion for the beauty flown,
     Make evanescence permanent,
     The thing at heart our endless own.

     Only at gathered eve knew we
     The marvels of the day:  for then
     Mount upon mountain out of sea
     Arose, and to our spacious ken
     Trebled sublime Olympus round
     In towering amphitheatre. 
     Colossal on enormous mound,
     Majestic gods we saw confer. 
     They wafted the Dream-messenger
     From off the loftiest, the crowned: 
     That Lady of the hues of foam
     In sun-rays:  who, close under dome,
     A figure on the foot’s descent,
     Irradiate to vapour went,
     As one whose mission was resigned,
     Dispieced, undraped, dissolved to threads;
     Melting she passed into the mind,
     Where immortal with mortal weds.

     Whereby was known that we had viewed
     The union of our earth and skies
     Renewed:  nor less alive renewed
     Than when old bards, in nature wise,
     Conceived pure beauty given to eyes,
     And with undyingness imbued.