Shakespeare

O LET me leave the plains behind,
And let me leave the vales below!
Into the highlands of the mind,
Into the mountains let me go.

My Keats, my Spenser, loved I well;
Gardens and statued lawns were these;
Yet not for ever could I dwell
In arbours and in pleasances.

Here are the heights, crest beyond crest.
With Himalayan dews impearled,
And I will watch from Everest
The long heave of the surging world.

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