Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting sum,
And the round ocean, and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.
In all things, in all natures, in the stars
Of azure heaven, the uncnduring clouds,
In flower and tree, in every pebbly stone
That paves the brooks, the stationary rocks,
The moving waters and the invisible air.