WHAT power can break the inner harmonies, br The rich imaginings, heard like distant sea br O'er purple meadow-lands at eve, while we br Look starwards mute? Hopes that like mountains rise br Into mid-heaven, and to entrancèd eyes br 5 br Horizon-glories of what is to be,— br All these and more lie round us infinitely, br Beyond all language fair in cloudless skies. br This is the poet's empire. Here may he br Reign king-like, throned in splendour and in power br 10 br No power can shake, so he indeed be king. br Free as the wind, untamèd as the sea, br When earth weighs heavily, most in that hour br He cleaves the heavens in scorn on eagle-wing.