Chapter 549 No.549

O blue sky! it mindeth me

Of places where I used to see

Its vast unbroken circle thrown

From the far pale-peakèd hill

Out to the last verge of ocean,

As by God's arm it were done

Then for the first time, with the emotion

Of that first impulse on it still.

Oh, we spirits fly at will

Faster than the wingèd steed

Whereof