O! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
 Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please,
 Or let the easily persuaded eyes
Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould
 Of a friend's fancy; or with head bent low
And cheek aslant see rivers flow of gold
 'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go
From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land!
 Or list'ning to the tide, with closéd sight,
Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand
 By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,
Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee
 Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.