And so the grandeur of the Forest-treeComes not by casting in a formal mould,But from its own divine vitality.
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
Truths that wake To perish never
Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness
The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.