"Whence is that veering spirit of the…

"Whence is that veering spirit of the sky, "Whose secret form eludes the human eye; "Who now, unmindful of its matchless pow'r "Indulgent whispers to the vernal flow'r, "Plays with her leaves, and hov'ring o'er her bloom "From her young breast allures the enclos'd perfume: "And now; envelop'd in a sullen mood, "Tempestuous rushes on the groaning wood; "Arm'd with destructive energy, invades, "Despoils, devasts the consecrated shades?"