The varied earth...

The varied earth, the moving heaven, The rapid waste of roving sea, The fountainpregnant mountains riven To shapes of wildest anarchy, By secret fire and midnight storms That wander round their windy cones, The subtle life, the countless forms Of living things, the wondrous tones Of man and beast are full of strange Astonishment and boundless change. The day, the diamonded light, The echo, feeble child of sound, The heavy thunder’s griding might, The herald lightning’s starry bound, The vocal spring of bursting bloom, The naked summer’s glowing birth, The troublous autumn’s sallow gloom, The hoarhead winter paving earth With sheeny white, are full of strange Astonishment and boundless change. Each sun which from the centre flings Grand music and redundant fire, The burning belts, the mighty rings, The murmurous planets’ rolling choir, The globefilled arch that, cleaving air, Lost in its effulgence sleeps, The lawless comets as they glare, And thunder thro’ the sapphire deeps In wayward strength, are full of strange Astonishment and boundless change.