13.

It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath flown,

And is descending on his embassy;

Nor Traveller gone from Earth the Heavens to espy!

‘ Tis Hesperus — there he stands with glittering crown,

First admonition that the sun is down!

For yet it is broad day-light: clouds pass by;

A few are near him still — and now the sky,

He hath it to himself —‘ tis all his own.

O most ambitious Star! an inquest wrought

Within me when I recognised thy light;

A moment I was startled at the sight:

And, while I gazed, there came to me a thought

That I might step beyond my natural race

As thou seem'st now to do; might one day trace

Some ground not mine; and, strong her strength above,

My Soul, an Apparition in the place,

Tread there, with steps that no one shall reprove!