He walks in silence, smoothly strides,
...........O'er grass that bows beneath his tread,
And, moving on through verdant tides,
...........Crushed stems arise from tired bed,
To hail their lord, for he provides
...........Their succour and their sustenance.

Alone he walks, his kingdom crowned,
...........By breathless beams of silver'd light;
Th'immortal sovereign, earthly bound,
...........Is made my lord in crispest night,
For beauty stirs, without a sound,
...........Each heart, and sets each brand alight.