On my heart your mighty charm renew;

Still, still let me, as I gaze upon you,

Feel my soul becoming vast like you!”

From the intense, clear, star-sown vault of heaven,

Over the lit sea’s unquiet way,

In the rustling night-air came the answer:

Undistracted by the sights they see,

These demand not that the things without them

Yield them love, amusement, sympathy.

And the sea its long moon-silver’d roll;

For self-poised they live, nor pine with noting

All the fever of some differing soul.

In what state God’s other works may be,

In their own tasks all their powers pouring,

These attain the mighty life you see.”