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