Let there be light! said Liberty, And like sunrise from the sea, Athens arose! - Percy Bysshe Shelley

He wanders, like a day-appearing dream,
Through the dim wildernesses of the mind;
Through desert woods and tracts, which seem
Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.

He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird.

The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow.