THERE’S a rare Soul of Poesy which may be <br />But concentrated by the chastened dreams <br />Of constant hearts. Where’er the ministry <br />Of beautiful Nature hath enhanced the themes <br />Of some Petrarchian mind whose story gleams <br />Within the Past like a moon-silvered sea, <br />Or where grey Interest the spirit free <br />Of faithful Love hath caged in iron schemes, <br />Or round it stirr’d such dangers as o’erdrove <br />Long Ruin’s storm at last—there evermore <br />The very airs that whisper to the grove, <br />The echo’s mystery and the streamlet’s lore <br />Savour of Passion and transfusive pour <br />Abroad suggestions to heroic Love.<br /><br />Charles Harpur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/records-of-romantic-passion/
