But
thou, that fillest all the room
Of all my love, art reason why
I seem to cast a careless eye
On
souls, the lesser lords of doom.
For
what wert thou? some novel power
Sprang up for ever at a touch,
And hope could never hope too much,
In
watching thee from hour to hour,
Large
elements in order brought,
And tracts of calm from tempest made,
And world-wide fluctuation sway’d
In
vassal tides that follow’d thought.