To Haydon

Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak
Definitively on these mighty things ;
Forgive me that I have not Eagle's wings —
That what I want I know not where to seek :
And think that I would not be over meek
In rolling out upfollow'd thunderings,
Even to the steep of Heliconian springs,
Were I of ample strength for such a freak —
Think too, that all those numbers should be thine ;
Whose else ? In this who touch thy vesture's hem ?
For when men star'd at what was most divine
With browless idiotism— o'erwise phlegm —
Thou hadst beheld the Hesperean shine
Of their star in the East, and gone to worship them.