I Have A Fellowship With Every Shade Of Changing Nature: With The Tempest Hour My Soul Goes Forth To Claim Her Early Dower Of Living Princedom; And Her Wings Have Staid Amidst The Wildest Uproar Undismayed! Yet She Hath Often Owned A Better Power, And Blessed The Gentle Coming Of The Shower, The Speechless Majesty Of Love Arrayed In Lowly Virtue, Under Which Disguise Full Many A Princely Thing Hath Passed Her By; And She From Homely Intercourse Of Eyes Hath Gathered Visions Wider Than The Sky, And Seen The Withered Heart Of Man Arise Peaceful As God, And Full Of Majesty.