Spirit that form’d this scene, + 

These tumbled rock-piles grim and red, + 

These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks, + 

These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness, + 

These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own, + 

I know thee, savage spirit⁠—we have communed together, + 

Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own; + 

Was’t charged against my chants they had forgotten art? + 

To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse? + 

The lyrist’s measur’d beat, the wrought-out temple’s grace⁠—column and polish’d arch forgot? + 

But thou that revelest here⁠—spirit that form’d this scene, + 

They have remember’d thee. + 