...shades o'erbrow the valleys deep, And holy Genii guard the rock, Its glooms embrown, its springs unlock, While on its rich ambitious head An Eden, like his...Milton lay, his evening ear, From many a cloud that dropped ethereal dew, Nigh sphered in heaven, its native strains could hear; On which that ancient...

...answer to the question and the need - and rejects it as hubristic. The whole poem has an unhappy ending: I view that Oak, the fancied Glades among, By which as Milton lay, His Ev'ning Ear, From many a Cloud that drop'd Ethereal Dew, Nigh spher'd in Heav'n its native Strains...

...o'erbrow the valleys deep. And holy Genii guard the rock, 60 Its glooms embrown, its springs unlock. While on its rich ambitious head. An Eden, like his...glades among. By which as Milton lay, his evening ear, 65 From many a cloud that dropped ethereal dew. Nigh sphered in Heaven its native strains could hear:...

...that might better be left to future arbitration. He appears to align himself with Milton when he says: I view that oak, the fancied glades among, By which...Milton lay, his evening ear, From many a cloud that dropped ethereal dew, Nigh sphered in heaven its native strains could hear. 14 Yet the final lines...

...struck some of the last notes out of the harp of Cowper. Or, above all, give your hand to Collins, and " View that oak, the fancied glades among, By which,...Milton lay, his evening ear, From many a cloud that dropped ethereal dew. High sphered in heaven, its native strains could hear ; On which that ancient...

...View that oak, tbe fancied glades among, From many a cloud that dropped ethereal dew, High sphered in heaven, its native strains could hear ; On which that ancient trump he reach'd was hung." Exquisite, indeed, were those fables, in old times, of nymphs transformed into trees! Oh, surely, not...