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Haydon!
forgive me that I cannot speak
Definitively of these
mighty things;
Forgive me, that I have not eagle's
wings,
That what I want I know not where to seek,
And think that I would not be over-meek,
In rolling
out upfollowed thunderings,
Even to the steep of
Heliconian springs,
Were I of ample strength for such
a freak.
Think, too, that all these numbers should be
thine;
Whose else? In this who touch thy vesture's
hem?
For, when men stared at what was most divine
With brainless idiotism and o'erwise phlegm,
Thou
hadst beheld the full Hesperian shine
Of their star
in the east, and gone to worship them!
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