From That Warm Height And Pure, The Peak Undreamed Of Out Of Heavy Air Rising To Heaven More Strange And Rare; From That Amazed Brief Sojourn, Exquisite, Insecure; Fallen From Thence To This, From All Immortal Sunk To Mortal Sweet, To Slow Gross Joys From Joy So Fleet, Fallen To Mere Remembrance Of Unsustainable Bliss.... O Harsh, O Heavy Air, Difficult Endurance, Pain Of Common Things! The Slow Sun East To Westward Swings, The Flat-Faced Moon Climbs Labouring With A Senseless Stare. From That Inconceivable Height---- O Inward Eyes That Saw And Ears That Heard, Spiritual Swift Wings That Stirred In That Warm-Flushing Air And Unendurable Light; When I Was As Mere Down On A Swift-Running Youthful Wind Uptaken Over Tall Trees, White Mountains, Shaken, Into The Uttermost Azure Lifted, Lifted Alone. From That Peak Can It Be That I Am Fallen, Fallen That Was So High? Or Was That Truly, Surely I? Who Is It Crawls Here Now, Sad, Uncontentedly? Fallen From That High Content, --Fool, Thou That Wast Content Merely With Bliss! Happy Those Lovers That Will Not Kiss; Never To Be Fulfilled Was The Heart'S Endless Passion Meant. Never On Joys Attainable To Linger, Never On Easy Near Delight-- O Bitter, Unreached Infinite, Merciful Defeat, Availless Anguish, Hunger Unendurable! O Who Shall Be In Longing Wise, Skilled In Refusal, In Embracing Free, Glad With Earth'S Innocent Ecstasy, Yet All The Uncomprehended Heaven In His Eyes!