Arran! A Single-Crested Teneriffe, A St. Helena Next In Shape And Hue, Varying Her Crowded Peaks And Ridges Blue; Who But Must Covet A Cloud-Seat, Or Skiff Built For The Air, Or Winged Hippogriff? That He Might Fly, Where No One Could Pursue, From This Dull Monster And Her Sooty Crew; And, As A God, Light On Thy Topmost Cliff. Impotent Wish! Which Reason Would Despise If The Mind Knew No Union Of Extremes, No Natural Bond Between The Boldest Schemes, Ambition Frames, And Heart-Humilities. Beneath Stern Mountains Many A Soft Vale Lies, And Lofty Springs Give Birth To Lowly Streams.