Records of Romantic Passion

THERE’S a rare Soul of Poesy which may be
  But concentrated by the chastened dreams
Of constant hearts. Where’er the ministry
  Of beautiful Nature hath enhanced the themes
  Of some Petrarchian mind whose story gleams
Within the Past like a moon-silvered sea,
Or where grey Interest the spirit free
  Of faithful Love hath caged in iron schemes,
  Or round it stirr’d such dangers as o’erdrove
Long Ruin’s storm at last—there evermore
  The very airs that whisper to the grove,
The echo’s mystery and the streamlet’s lore
Savour of Passion and transfusive pour
  Abroad suggestions to heroic Love.