Broad-based, broad-fronted, bounteous, multiform,
⁠With many a valley impleached with ivy and vine,
⁠Wherein the springs of all the streams run wine,
And many a crag full-faced against the storm,
The mountain where thy Muse's feet made warm
⁠Those lawns that revelled with her dance divine
⁠Shines yet with fire as it was wont to shine
From tossing torches round the dance aswarm.

Nor less, high-stationed on the grey grave heights,
High-thoughted seers with heaven's heart-kindling lights
⁠Hold converse: and the herd of meaner things
Knows or by fiery scourge or fiery shaft
When wrath on thy broad brows has risen, and laughed,
⁠Darkening thy soul with shadow of thunderous wings.