IT is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown, <br />And is descending on his embassy; <br />Nor Traveller gone from earth the heavens to espy! <br />'Tis Hesperus--there he stands with glittering crown, <br />First admonition that the sun is down! <br />For yet it is broad day-light: clouds pass by; <br />A few are near him still--and now the sky, <br />He hath it to himself--'tis all his own. <br />O most ambitious Star! an inquest wrought <br />Within me when I recognised thy light; <br />A moment I was startled at the sight: <br />And, while I gazed, there came to me a thought <br />That I might step beyond my natural race <br />As thou seem'st now to do; might one day trace <br />Some ground not mine; and, strong her strength above, <br />My Soul, an Apparition in the place, <br />Tread there with steps that no one shall reprove!<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-no-spirit-who-from-heaven-hath-flown/
