Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Fancy in Nubibus or the Poet in the Clouds

O! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,        &nbspJust after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please,        &nbspOr let the easily persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould        &nbspOf a friend's fancy; or with head bent low And cheek aslant see rivers flow of gold        &nbsp'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land!        &nbspOr list'ning to the tide, with closéd sight, Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand        &nbspBy those deep sounds possessed with inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee        &nbspRise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.