Sharing + 

On the far horizon there + 

Heaps of cloudy darkness rest; + 

Though the wind is in the air + 

There is stupor east and west. + 

For the sky no change is making, + 

Scarce we know it from the plain; + 

Droop its eyelids never waking, + 

Blinded by the misty rain; + 

Save on high one little spot, + 

Round the baffled moon a space + 

Where the tumult ceaseth not: + 

Wildly goes the midnight race! + 

And a joy doth rise in me + 

Upward gazing on the sight, + 

When I think that others see + 

In yon clouds a like delight; + 

How perchance an aged man + 

Struggling with the wind and rain, + 

In the moonlight cold and wan + 

Feels his heart grow young again; + 

As the cloudy rack goes by, + 

How the life-blood mantles up + 

Till the fountain deep and dry + 

Yields once more a sparkling cup. + 

Or upon the gazing child + 

Cometh down a thought of glory + 

Which will keep him undefiled + 

Till his head is old and hoary. + 

For it may be he hath woke + 

And hath raised his fair young form; + 

Strangely on his eyes have broke + 

All the splendours of the storm; + 

And his young soul forth doth leap + 

With the storm-clouds in the moon; + 

And his heart the light will keep + 

Though the vision passeth soon. + 

Thus a joy hath often laughed + 

On my soul from other skies, + 

Bearing on its wings a draught + 

From the wells of Paradise, + 

For that not to me alone + 

Comes a splendour out of fear; + 

Where the light of heaven hath shone + 

There is glory far and near. + 