VI.

'Tis to create, and in creating live[281] A being more intense that we endow[gl] With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now-- What am I? Nothing: but not so art thou, Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow-- Mixed with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crushed feelings' dearth.