To Haydon + 

Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak + 

Definitively of these mighty things; + 

Forgive me, that I have not Eagle’s wings⁠— + 

That what I want I know not where to seek: + 

And think that I would not be over meek, + 

In rolling out upfollow’d thunderings, + 

Even to the steep of Heliconian springs, + 

Were I of ample strength for such a freak⁠— + 

Think too, that all those numbers should be thine; + 

Whose else? In this who touch thy vesture’s hem? + 

For when men star’d at what was most divine + 

With browless idiotism⁠—o’erwise phlegm⁠— + 

Thou hadst beheld the Hesperean shine + 

Of their star in the East, and gone to worship them. + 