Poet who sleepest by this wandering wave!
  When thou wast born, what birth-gift hadst thou then?
To thee what wealth was that the Immortals gave,
  The wealth thou gavest in thy turn to men?

Not Milton’s keen, translunar music thine;
  Not Shakespeare’s cloudless, boundless human view;
Not Shelley’s flush of rose on peaks divine;
  Nor...