It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind,

Thus to be topped with leaves; — to have a sense

Of honour-shaded thought, — an influence

As from great nature's fingers, and be twined

With her old, sacred, verdurous ivy-bind,

As though she hallowed with that sylvan fence

A head that bows to her benevolence,

Midst pomp of fancied trumpets in the wind.

It is what's within us crowned. And kind and great

Are all the conquering wishes it inspires,

Love of things lasting, love of the tall woods,

Love of love's self, and ardour for a state