The poem
OH, be not led away, Lured by the colour of the sun-rich day. The gay romance of song Unto the spirit life doth not belong: Though far-between the hours In which the Master of Angelic powers Lightens the dusk within The holy of holies, be it thine to win Rare vistas of white light, Half-parted lips through which the Infinite Murmurs its ancient story, Hearkening to whom the wandering planets hoary Waken primeval fires, With deeper rapture in celestial choirs Breathe, and with fleeter motion Wheel in their orbits through the surgeless ocean. So hearken thou like these, Intent on it, mounting by slow degrees, Until thy song's elation Echoes the multitudinous meditation.
this poet is my favourite but his poems are just too good to be shown maybe u should put a price on it!