Washington Allston - On Seeing the Picture of Æolus by Pelligrino Tibaldi, in the Institute at Bologna lyrics

Full well, Tibaldi, did thy kindred mind The mighty spell of Buonarroti own. Like one who, reading magic words, receives The gift of intercourse with worlds unknown, 'T was thine, deciphering Nature's mystic leaves, To hold strange converse with the viewless wind; To see the Spirits, in embodied forms, Of gales and whirlwinds, hurricanes and storms. For, lo! obedient to thy bidding, teems Fierce into shape their stern, relentless Lord: His form of motion ever-restless seems; Or, if to rest inclined his turbid soul, On Hecla's top to stretch, and give the word To subject Winds that sweep the desert pole.