Edgar Allan Poe - Stanzas lyrics

How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature's universal throne; Her woods — her wilds — her mountains — the intense Reply of HERS to OUR intelligence! 1 In youth have I known one with whom the Earth In secret communing held—as he with it, In daylight, and in beauty from his birth: Whose fervid, flick'ring torch of life was lit From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth A pa**ionate light—such for his spirit was fit— And yet that spirit knew not—in the hour Of its own fervor—what had o'er it power. 2 Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought To a fever by the moonbeam that hangs o'er, But I will half believe that wild light fraught With more of sov'reignty than ancient lore Hath ever told—or is it of a thought The unembodied essence, and no more, That with a quickening spell doth o'er us pa** As dew of the night-time, o'er the summer gra**? 3 Doth o'er us pa**, when, as th' expanding eye To the loved object—so the tear to the lid Will start, which lately slept in apathy? And yet it need not be—(that object) hid From us in life—but common—which doth lie Each hour before us—but then only, bid With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken T' awake us—'Tis a symbol and a token, 4 Of what in other worlds shall be—and given In beauty by our God, to those alone Who otherwise would fall from life and Heav'n Drawn by their heart's pa**ion, and that tone, That high tone of the spirit which hath striv'n, Tho' not with Faith—with godliness—whose throne With desperate energy 't hath beaten down; Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown.