octave

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.