Spirit That Form'd This Scene

 SPIRIT that form’d 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 spirit—we have communed together, 
Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own; 
Was’t charged against my chants they had forgotten art? 
To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse? 
The lyrist’s measur’d beat, the wrought-out temple’s grace—column and
 polish’d arch forgot?
But thou that revelest here—spirit that form’d this scene, 
They have remember’d thee.
SPIRIT that form’d 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 spirit—we have communed together, 
Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own; 
Was’t charged against my chants they had forgotten art? 
To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse? 
The lyrist’s measur’d beat, the wrought-out temple’s grace—column and
 polish’d arch forgot?
But thou that revelest here—spirit that form’d this scene, 
They have remember’d thee.

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