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thought.
II.
But thou hast earthly rovings, boundless Thought!
O'er the wide world thine eager wing is flying,
To vine-clad realms, where fragrant winds are sighing;
To fairy-haunted grove, or storied grot,
Thither thou lead'st us: hoary mountains piled
High in the clouds, broad lakes, and rivers fair,
And green savannas stretching vast and wild—
We know them all, by thee borne swiftly there.
The lava-buried cities, ancient Rome,
Judea's queen, so honored, so debased,
Where lie, the Man of Grief, vouchsafed to come,
And through her streets his path of sorrow traced—
To these we speed us, what can stay thy flight
Ethereal essence!—swift as flash of light?
O'er the wide world thine eager wing is flying,
To vine-clad realms, where fragrant winds are sighing;
To fairy-haunted grove, or storied grot,
Thither thou lead'st us: hoary mountains piled
High in the clouds, broad lakes, and rivers fair,
And green savannas stretching vast and wild—
We know them all, by thee borne swiftly there.
The lava-buried cities, ancient Rome,
Judea's queen, so honored, so debased,
Where lie, the Man of Grief, vouchsafed to come,
And through her streets his path of sorrow traced—
To these we speed us, what can stay thy flight
Ethereal essence!—swift as flash of light?
III.
And yet a power more dear is thine, O Thought.
By thee, long-parted friends together meet,
Though seas divide them, by thy magic brought
In close companionship again! how sweet
By thee, long-parted friends together meet,
Though seas divide them, by thy magic brought
In close companionship again! how sweet
