Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Apologia pro Vita sua

The poet in his lone yet genial hour Gives to his eyes a magnifying power: Or rather he emancipates his eyes From the black shapeless accidents of size— In unctuous cones of kindling coal, Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe's trim hole,        &nbsp       &nbspHis gifted ken can see        &nbsp       &nbspPhantoms of sublimity.