Gazing, an insatiate bride,
  On thy form from every side,
  Like a Mænad round the cup
  Which Agave lifted up
  In the weird Cadmean forest.
  Brother, wheresoe'er thou soarest
  I must hurry, whirl and follow
  Through the heavens wide and hollow,
  Sheltered by the warm embrace
  Of thy soul from hungry space,
  Drinking from thy sense and sight
  Beauty, majesty and might,
  As a lover or a chameleon
  Grows like what it looks upon,
  As a violet's gentle eye
  Gazes on the azure sky
  Until its hue grows like what it beholds,
  As a gray and watery mist
  Glows like solid amethyst
  Athwart the western mountain it enfolds,
  When the sunset sleeps
  Upon its snow.