COME, said the Muse,
Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,
Sing me the Universal.
All, all for Immortality!
Love, like the light, silently wrapping all!
Nature’s amelioration blessing all!
The blossoms, fruits of ages—orchards divine and certain;
Forms, objects, growths, humanities, to spiritual Images ripening.
Is it a dream?
Nay, but the lack of it the dream, And, failing it, life’s lore and wealth a dream,
And all the world a dream