Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives. - William Wordsworth

MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough, along the mountain-side: By our own spirits are we deified: We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

One of those heavenly days that cannot die.