Works Of Genius Are The First Things

And How They Kist Each Other's Tremulous Eyes.

What Shocks The Virtuous Philosopher, Delights The Chameleon Poet.

But Let Me See Thee Stoop From Heaven On Wings That Fill The Sky With Silver Glitterings!

So, When Dark Thoughts My Boding Spirit Shroud, Sweet Hope! Celestial Influence Round Me Shed Waving Thy Silver Pinions O'er My Head.

How Does The Poet Speak To Men With Power, But By Being Still More A Man Than They