Untitled[Stanzas ("In youth I have known ...")]How often we forget all time, when loneAdmiring Nature’s universal throne;Her woods —-- her wilds —-- her mountains —-- the intenseReply of HERS to OUR intelligence!11.In youth have I known one with whom the EarthIn secret communing held — as he with it,In day light, and in beauty from his birth:Whose fervid, flick’ring torch of life was litFrom the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forthA passionate light-such for his spirit was fit —And yet that spirit knew — not in the hourOf its own fervor — what had o’er it power.2.Perhaps it may be that my mind is wroughtTo a ferver by the moon beam that hangs o’er,2But I will half believe that wild light fraughtWith more of sov’reignty than ancient loreHath ever told — or is it of a thoughtThe unembodied essence, and no moreThat with a quick’ning spell doth o’er us passAs dew of the night-time, o’er the summer grass.3.Doth o’er us pass, when, as th’ expanding eyeTo the lov’d object — so the tear to the lidWill start, which lately slept in apathy?And yet it need not be — (that object) hidFrom us in life — but common — which doth lieEach hour before us — but then only bidWith a strange sound, as of a harp-string brokenT’ awake us — ’Tis a symbol and a token.4.Of what in other worlds shall be — and giv’nIn beauty by our God, to those aloneWho otherwise would fall from life and Heav’nDrawn by their heart’s passion, and that tone,That high tone of the spirit which hath striv’nTho’ not with Faith — with godliness — whose throneWith desp’rate energy ’t hath beaten down;Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown.