SPIRIT that form'd this scene, <br /> These tumbled rock-piles grim and red, <br /> These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks, <br /> These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness, <br /> These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own, <br /> I know thee, savage spirit--we have communed together, <br /> Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own; <br /> Was't charged against my chants they had forgotten art? <br /> To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse? <br /> The lyrist's measur'd beat, the wrought-out temple's grace--column <br /> and polish'd arch forgot? 10 <br /> But thou that revelest here--spirit that form'd this scene, <br /> They have remember'd thee.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spirit-that-form-d-theis-scene/
