Chorus

The varied earth, the moving heaven,

The rapid waste of roving sea,

The fountainpregnant mountains riven

To shapes of wildest anarchy,

By secret fire and midnight storms

That wander round their windy cones,

The subtle life, the countless forms

Of living things, the wondrous tones

Of man and beast are full of strange

Astonishment and boundless change.

The day, the diamonded night,

The echo, feeble child of sound,

The heavy thunder's griding might,

The herald lightning's starry bound,

The vocal spring of bursting bloom,

The naked summer's glowing birth,

The troublous autumn's sallow gloom,

The hoarhead winter paving earth

With sheeny white, are full of strange

Astonishment and boundless change.

Each sun which from the centre flings

Grand music and redundant fire,

The burning belts, the mighty rings,

The murmurous planets' rolling choir,

The globefilled arch that, cleaving air,

Lost in its own effulgence sleeps,

The lawless comets as they glare,

And thunder through the sapphire deeps

In wayward strength, are full of strange

Astonishment and boundless change.