‘A revolutionary moment in painting’

 HAIL to thee, blithe spirit!  

        Bird thou never wert´  

      That from heaven or near it  

        Pourest thy full heart  

In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.         


      Higher still and higher  

        From the earth thou springest,  

      Like a cloud of fire;  

        The blue deep thou wingest,  

And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.   10


      In the golden light´ning  

        Of the sunken sun,  

      O'er which clouds are bright'ning,  

        Thou dost float and run,  

Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.

1,  2,  3,  4, 5,  6 , 7,  8 , 9,  10