Hymn to Intellectual Beauty Tangerine Dream

The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Floats though unseen among us; visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower;
Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower
It visits with inconstant glance
Each human heart and countenance;
Like hues and harmonies of evening
Like clouds in starlight widely spread
Like memory of music fled
Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery

Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate
With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon
Of human thought or form, where art thou gone?
Why dost thou pass away and leave our state
This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
Ask why the sunlight not for ever
Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain-river
Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown
Why fear and dream and death and birth
Cast on the daylight of this earth
Such gloom, why man has such a scope
For love and hate, despondency and hope?