Melts, and dissolves, and is no longer seen.”

“ ’Tis by comparison an easy task Earth to despise; but to converse with heaven⁠— This is not easy:⁠—to relinquish all We have, or hope, of happiness and joy, And stand in freedom loosened from this world, I deem not arduous; but must needs confess That ’tis a thing impossible to frame Conceptions equal to the soul’s desires; And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain. —Man is of dust: ethereal hopes are his, Which, when they should sustain themselves aloft, Want due consistence; like a pillar of smoke, That with majestic energy from earth Rises; but, having reached the thinner air, Melts, and dissolves, and is no longer seen.”

And again in “Tintern Abbey”:⁠—