Mansoul - Or, the Riddle of the World #271851

Mansoul<br><br>Book I<br><br>As chanced I sate on terrace of an house,<br>In summer season, after sickness past:<br>And fell, surprised my sense, into deep trance:<br>Wherein meseemed, much musing in my thought;<br>I cogitations heard, of many hearts;<br>That came and went, in Mantowns market-place,<br>Whereon I looked. And in my spirit I asked;<br>What were indeed right paths of a man's feet;<br>That lacking light, wont stumble in Worlds murk.<br><br>One called and I beheld in looking up,<br>Of divine stature, Britains Foster-Muse!<br>With eyes of living light, as stars of God.<br>The same was she I saw, which erst me taught,<br>Mongst Colin's crew, to sound a tuneful reed,<br>On Alban's hills, amongst my herding feres.<br>Her blissful Voice, anew me bade to rise,