Since Risen From Ocean, Ocean To Defy, Appeared The Crag Of Ailsa, Ne'er Did Morn With Gleaming Lights More Gracefully Adorn His Sides, Or Wreathe With Mist His Forehead High: Now, Faintly Darkening With The Sun'S Eclipse, Still Is He Seen, In Lone Sublimity, Towering Above The Sea And Little Ships; For Dwarfs The Tallest Seem While Sailing By, Each For Her Haven; With Her Freight Of Care, Pleasure, Or Grief, And Toil That Seldom Looks Into The Secret Of To-Morrow'S Fare; Though Poor, Yet Rich, Without The Wealth Of Books, Or Aught That Watchful Love To Nature Owes For Her Mute Powers, Fixed Forms, Or Transient Shows.