Look nature through, 'tis revolution all

"Look nature through, 'tis revolution all; All change, no death. Day follows night, and night The dying day; stars rise and set and rise; Earth takes th' example. See the summer gay, With her green chaplet, and ambrosial flowers, Droops into pallid autumn; winter gray, Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits away; Then melts into the spring. Soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first."

Or take the well-known burst which closes the First Night:—

"The sprightly lark's shrill matin wakes the morn; Grief's sharpest thorn hard pressing on my breast, I strive, with wakeful melody, to cheer The sullen gloom, sweet Philomel! like thee, And call the stars to listen: every star Is deaf to mine, enamour'd of thy lay. Yet be not vain; there are, who thine excel, And charm through distant ages: wrapt in shade, Prisoner of darkness! to the silent hours How often I repeat their rage divine, To lull my griefs, and steal my heart from woe! I roll their raptures, but not catch their fire, Dark, though not blind, like thee, Maeonides! Or his, who made Maeonides our own. Man, too, he sung; immortal man I sing; Oft bursts my song beyond the bounds of life; What, now, but immortality, can please? O had he press'd his theme, pursued the track Which opens out of darkness into day! O had he, mounted on his wing of fire, Soar'd where I sink, and sung immortal man! How had it bless'd mankind, and rescued me!"