Great spirits now on earth are sojourning; <br />He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, <br />Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, <br />Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing: <br />He of the rose, the violet, the spring, <br />The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake: <br />And lo!--whose stedfastness would never take <br />A meaner sound than Raphael’s whispering. <br />And other spirits there are standing apart <br />Upon the forehead of the age to come; <br />These, these will give the world another heart, <br />And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum <br />Of mighty workings?------- <br />Listen awhile ye nations, and be dumb.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xiv-addressed-to-the-same-haydon/
