endeavour, Swifter and more ethereal than the wind, In level track we stream, whilst ever The fair pale panorama rolls behind. Now fleets below a trancèd moorland, A sweep of glimmering immobility; Now craggy cliff and dented foreland Pass back and there beyond unfolds the sea. Now wastes of water heaving, drawing, Great darkling tracts of patterned restlessness, With whitened waves round rough rocks mawing And licking islands in their fierce caress. Now coasts with capes and ribboned beaches Set silent 'neath the canopy sapphirine, And estuaries and river reaches Phantasmal silver in the night's soft shine. 

But with instant light

Is but the Prophet of a Higher,

A Phoenix perishing by fire.

Herself her mighty tale doth kill,

That all things move yet all are still.

Now that I see my ancient dwelling,

And taste a peace all bliss excelling.

Now that my kindred world I hold,

And the green earth go cold.

With woods about their feet.

And whispered when the rain beat.

Till men with houses came

And thought the hills were tame.

They hide the green for miles,

The moon looks down and smiles.

She knows the prisoners strong,

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