English poem
Iii
Idea, god of Plato! one With beauty, justice, truth and love: Who, type by type, the world begun From an ideal world above! Reason, who into Nature wrought Your real entities,--which are Ideas,--giving to our star Their beauty through reflected thought;
The reminiscences that flame, Momental, through the mind of man, Of things his memory can not name, Lost things his knowledge can not scan,-- Hints of past periods are not these, His soul hath lived since it had birth In God?--Yea! who shall say that Earth More ancient is than he who sees?