CLVI. Thou movest-but increasing with the advance, Vastness which grows - but grows to harmonize Rich marbles richer painting · shrines where flame -- The lamps of gold — and haughty dome which vies In air with Earth's chief structures, though their frame. Sits on the firm - set ground-and this the clouds must claim. CLVII. Thou seest not all; but piecemeal thou must break, To separate contemplation, the great whole; And as the ocean many bays will make, To more immediate objects, and control In mighty graduations, part by part, The glory which at once upon thee did not dart, CLVIII. Not by its fault-but thine: Our outward sense That what we have of feeling most intense Til, growing with its growth, we thus dilate CLIX. Then pause, and be englighten'd; there is more Of wonder pleased, or awe which would adore The fountain of sublimity displays Its depth, and thence may draw the mind of man Its golden sands; and learn what great conceptions can. CLX. Or, turning to the Vatican, go see With an immortal's patience blending: - Vain The struggle; vain, against the coiling strain And gripe, and deepening of the dragon's grasp, The old man's clench; the long envenom'd chain Rivets the living links, the enormous asp Enforces pang on pang, and stifles gasp on gasp. CLXI. Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, CLXII. But in his delicate form -a dream of Love The mind with in its most unearthly mood CLXIII. And if it be Prometheus stole from Heaven which, if made By human hands, is not of human thought; One ringlet in the dust nor hath it caught A tinge of years, but breathes the flame with which 'twas wrought. CLXIV. But where is he, the Pilgrim of my song, LCXV. Which gathers shadow, substance, life, and all And spreads the dim and universal pall cloud Between us sinks and all which ever glow'd, To hover on the verge of darkness; rays Sadder than saddest night for they distract the gaze, |