Wordsworth upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloud <br />Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind, <br />Then break against the rock, and show behind <br />The lowland valleys floating up to crowd <br />The sense with beauty. He with forehead bowed <br />And humble-lidded eyes, as one inclined <br />Before the sovran thought of his own mind, <br />And very meek with inspirations proud, <br />Takes here his rightful place as poet-priest <br />By the high altar, singing prayer and prayer <br /> <br />To the higher Heavens. A noble vision free <br />Our Haydon's hand has flung out from the mist: <br />No portrait this, with Academic air ! <br />This is the poet and his poetry.<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-portrait-of-wordsworth-by-b-r-haydon/
