l am as a spirit who has dwelt Within his heart of hearts,and lhave felt His feelings,and have thought his thoughts,and known The inmost converse of his soul,the tone Unheard but in the silence of his blood,When all the pulses in their multitude lmage the trembling calm of summer seas.l have unloked the golden melodies Of his deep soul,as with a master-key,And loosened them and
bathed myself therein Even as an eagle in a thunder-mist Clothing his wings with lightning.