Sonnet On The Late S. T. Coleridge
July 6, 2023On Seeing The Picture Of Æolus By Pelligrino Tibaldi, In The Institute At Bolog
July 6, 2023On The Group Of The Three Angels Before The Tent Of Abraham, By Raffaelle, In Th
O, now I feel as though another sense,
From heaven descending, had informed my soul;
I feel the pleasurable, full control
Of Grace, harmonious, boundless, and intense.
In thee, celestial Group, embodied lives
The subtile mystery, that speaking gives
Itself resolved; the essences combined
Of Motion ceaseless, Unity complete.
Borne like a leaf by some soft eddying wind,
Mine eyes, impelled as by enchantment sweet,
From part to part with circling motion rove,
Yet seem unconscious of the power to move;
From line to line through endless changes run,
O’er countless shapes, yet seem to gaze on One.