The magic car moved on. 
  Earth’s distant orb appeared 160
The smallest light that twinkles in the heavens,
  Whilst round the chariot’s way
Innumerable systems widely rolled,
  And countless spheres diffused
  An ever varying glory. 165
It was a sight of wonder!  Some were horned,
And like the moon’s argentine crescent hung
In the dark dome of heaven; some did shed
A clear mild beam like Hesperus, while the sea
Yet glows with fading sunlight; others dashed 170
Athwart the night with trains of bickering fire,
Like sphered worlds to death and ruin driven;
Some shone like stars, and as the chariot passed
  Bedimmed all other light.

  Spirit of Nature! here 175
In this interminable wilderness
Of worlds, at whose involved immensity
  Even soaring fancy staggers,
  Here is thy fitting temple. 
  Yet not the lightest leaf 180
That quivers to the passing breeze
  Is less instinct with thee,-
  Yet not the meanest worm. 
That lurks in graves and fattens on the dead,
  Less shares thy eternal breath. 185
  Spirit of Nature! thou
Imperishable as this glorious scene,
  Here is thy fitting temple.

If solitude hath ever led thy steps
To the shore of the immeasurable sea, 190
  And thou hast lingered there
  Until the sun’s broad orb
Seemed resting on the fiery line of ocean,
  Thou must have marked the braided webs of gold
  That without motion hang 195
  Over the sinking sphere: 
Thou must have marked the billowy mountain clouds,
Edged with intolerable radiancy,
  Towering like rocks of jet
  Above the burning deep:  200
  And yet there is a moment
  When the sun’s highest point
Peers like a star o’er ocean’s western edge,
When those far clouds of feathery purple gleam
Like fairy lands girt by some heavenly sea:  205
Then has thy rapt imagination soared
Where in the midst of all existing things
The temple of the mightiest Daemon stands.

  Yet not the golden islands
That gleam amid yon flood of purple light, 210
  Nor the feathery curtains
That canopy the sun’s resplendent couch,
  Nor the burnished ocean waves
  Paving that gorgeous dome,
  So fair, so wonderful a sight 215
As the eternal temple could afford. 
The elements of all that human thought
Can frame of lovely or sublime, did join
To rear the fabric of the fane, nor aught
Of earth may image forth its majesty. 220
Yet likest evening’s vault that faery hall,
As heaven low resting on the wave it spread
  Its floors of flashing light,
  Its vast and azure dome;
And on the verge of that obscure abyss 225
Where crystal battlements o’erhang the gulf
Of the dark world, ten thousand spheres diffuse
Their lustre through its adamantine gates.