XXVI + 

Song + 

Faeries must be in the woods + 

Or the satyr’s laughing broods⁠— + 

Tritons in the summer sea, + 

Else how could the dead things be + 

Half so lovely as they are? + 

How could wealth of star on star + 

Dusted o’er the frosty night + 

Fill thy spirit with delight + 

And lead thee from this care of thine + 

Up among the dreams divine, + 

Were it not that each and all + 

Of them that walk the heavenly hall + 

Is in truth a happy isle, + 

Where eternal meadows smile, + 

And golden globes of fruit are seen + 

Twinkling through the orchards green; + 

Were the Other People go + 

On the bright sward to and fro? + 

Atoms dead could never thus + 

Stir the human heart of us + 

Unless the beauty that we see + 

The veil of endless beauty be, + 

Filled full of spirits that have trod + 

Far hence along the heavenly sod + 

And see the bright footprints of God. + 